A Reflection, An Allegory, A Short Story
Long drives often let me reveal my creative sense. This is a short story that swelled up in my head after a good drive out. I love random thoughts that come to one’s mind after wonderfully creative days. *Note* This is not a story about anyone in particular. Grains of salt are needed when reading. Just a collection of words I wanted to use for many days now. I feel happy about this one.
She’s an enigma. A photon of light bouncing off of a rippling wave in the middle of an ocean. To capture her would be a crime against nature. To understand her would be to destroy the very concept of mystery and faith.
It wasn’t long before seeing that her true stature was much more grand than had been initially figured. Sure, from a distance there was an approachability, but much like an oasis in the desert, there was an innate propensity to focus your attention on her. Like a force of necessity, as opposed to a convenience of proximity. There were many who tried to emulate her image, even some going as far as to copy her likeness, or her value. But all efforts were an affront on the natural progression of the Universe, and instead, they faltered.
But not her. She seemed to flourish. She seemed to delight in the attention that was given, picking and choosing her way through suitors and prospects, often leaving many to saunter off and wonder where they had messed up. Where they may not have had that certain magic or spark that some others seemed to have. She carried on, in a veil of obscurity, sometimes knowingly – and sometimes without a sense in the world.
And it was up to the mortals to figure her out. It was up to the laymen to try and contain her existence and bottle it up in a vain attempt. If things didn’t go as previously planned, it was they who changed. It was they who made the first step towards fixing what they had previously not known about why they pushed her so far away. For she had no known flaws…
Except that… she was the flaw. She was the star that couldn’t be reached. She was the sun that had died out long ago, and though it only took lightyears for it to reach man – to reflect off the shores of their delight, to necessitate their anxiety and their worries – her light had long been snuffed out. Only burning off the fuels of times past, and vainly trying to reignite those embers in the present. A shining beacon, far in the distance, that before one knew, had hushed away before their time had come.
