He stood at the end of the cliff. Every other camper stayed at the clear grounds. Near the fire. Near the light. They enjoyed each other's company, avoiding the woods that seem to transform in the darkness of the night.
They all thought the same, except him. He didn't care how the woods seemed more dangerous; when all that's left is pitch black. He didn't care how much strange sounds seem to get nearer and nearer to him. No. He didn't mind.
He went into the darkness. Deeper and deeper. Until he reached the edge of the cliff. Far away from anyone. Far away from the world.
This is where the story begins.
This is also where it ends.
He stood there. Between the dim light of the sky above, and the nothingness of what lies below. He stood there, between everything and nothing. Without a purpose but to simply be.
People thought it weird that this is his usual reason for doing things.
"Nothing"
There is never a concrete purpose for what he does. He always moves, acts, and behaves for the sole purpose of doing so.
People say that this is weird. But isn't this actually how things work?
Talking...
Sing in...
Dancing...
Dating...
Eating...
Breathing...
Does there really need to be a reason for everything? He thinks otherwise.
Sigmund Freud once said that this world is made up of second bests. What one wishes to get is not exactly what one gets. Sure there may be dreams, aspirations, duties and other stuff of the sort. But the point is, the finish line never looks exactly how one saw it before the race.
What one wants is not what one gets. The reason for the goal then becomes useless, because the goal can never be reached. The void just gets longer...sucking the person inside. Making him think like an achievement was made when all that was done is get stuck in an endless illusion.
Hence he stood there. Without a purpose like everyone else in the world. He stood there with no goal, no aspiration, no dream...
He was just there. Not because there is a reason but because his reason is that there is none.