Some Kind Of Life
-Prologue-
Life. Death. No matter who we are; no matter where we’re from; no matter our ethnicity or backgrounds; we share those two things in common. Despite all our differences, we all have a beginning and an end. That should be just enough common ground to get something started. At least it would be if either one of them mattered.
I’d grown to become rather callus to both of these common denominators. I guess it’s sad really. I suppose in some way, I’d allowed myself to see life as somewhat mechanical. We’re born; we eat, we live, we spread, and we die. I even found it difficult to feel empathy towards others much more deeply moved by either event.
I’m a geek; a nerd; strictly driven by reality and facts, not nearly as controlled by emotion as my gender is stereo-typically considered to be. I look at the numbers, and I see a sum. Evolution explains my path, both past and present. Not only could I accept that, I practically worshiped it. It’s not much different you know, being compelled by science as opposed to religion. Either one can consume.
My parents were products of the sixties; free thinkers, carefree and children of mother earth. As far as I could tell, if they had any ounce of religious conviction, it had probably burned away between the teeth of a roach clip somewhere during their youth. They taught me to think for myself or at least that’s what I believed. Who knows? Somewhere under all that free thinking, there always seemed to be some alternate agenda, a current dragging me along; influencing my thoughts much as the traditional beliefs against which they had railed.
Anyway, in my few young years on Mother Earth, I’d grown to see life as a function; just like watching bacteria grow in a petri dish. Life ends, and we turn to dust, feeding the planet upon which we had fed. It wasn’t much to get worked up about and if we all shared the same fate, what was the point in trying to prolong the experiment.
I saw these people all around me looking for everything from the fountain of youth to a cure for cancer, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand what was so darn important about adding another day. It all ends people!
Callus, huh? I didn’t see it that way. To me it was merely a matter of facing the facts of reality. Of course, that was before…before I met Cole.
