Watching the ducks dip their beak into the lake repeatedly, the two individuals toss crumbs into the lake. One, holding the bag filled with bread. The other, crossing his arms, letting the sunlight rest on his face.
"Gramps." The boy holding the bag speaks, ripping the silence between them.
The old man, with his arms crossed, peace interrupted responds with a passive-aggressive tone, "Yes, son?"
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The boy sits proud and towering, a strong wielder of his youthful physique. While the grandpa, sitting with a bright head, a phenomenal wielder of wisdom.
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"What's the meaning of life?" The boy asks. The bag slipped off his palm gradually.
The old man chuckled for a bit, before responding with, "Son, such questions are proposed by those who have nothing more to do."
The boy stares in confusion, still expecting a direct answer.
The old man lets out a sigh, "I suppose you have nothing more to do? Playing outside? How about your dog? Teach him a few tricks."
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The boy, also lets out a sigh. "Gramps, I have no clue what I want to be. An artist like my interests, or an accountant like my parents said?"
The old man stretches, letting out a yawn, hands extended. "My boy," The old man pats the boy's head, "I know that your parents' statements are contradictory to mine. However, I suggest you pursue a profession that is in your interest, not for the sake of money."
"Why is that, gramps?"
"Those who pursue jobs that depress them die immediately at that work place, afterwards you're simply a corpse with the capacity to breathe. Yet, those who pursue what interests them will continue to live on, up to their deathbeds."
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The boy immediately nods, "I think I'll still be an accountant. The idea that I would lack money scares me."
The old man lets out a huge sigh, "Son, sometimes I question if you're listening to me. Why even ask questions?"
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The boy chuckled, "Okay, okay. I still have more questions."
The old man yet again, sighed followed by a grunt. "Once I'm dead, I hope you realize how crucial my sayings are." Another chuckle ensued.
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They continued having conversations, both chuckling, both sighing. Until the sun slowly sets into the back of the mountain, causing them to get up, and proceed walking.
AstronomicalObserve t1_jdixev7 wrote
Reply to [WP] Just two people sitting on a park bench. No gods or monsters or spies or supernatural elements -- just two people sitting. by IAmTotallyNotSatan
Watching the ducks dip their beak into the lake repeatedly, the two individuals toss crumbs into the lake. One, holding the bag filled with bread. The other, crossing his arms, letting the sunlight rest on his face.
"Gramps." The boy holding the bag speaks, ripping the silence between them.
The old man, with his arms crossed, peace interrupted responds with a passive-aggressive tone, "Yes, son?"
​
The boy sits proud and towering, a strong wielder of his youthful physique. While the grandpa, sitting with a bright head, a phenomenal wielder of wisdom.
​
"What's the meaning of life?" The boy asks. The bag slipped off his palm gradually.
The old man chuckled for a bit, before responding with, "Son, such questions are proposed by those who have nothing more to do."
The boy stares in confusion, still expecting a direct answer.
The old man lets out a sigh, "I suppose you have nothing more to do? Playing outside? How about your dog? Teach him a few tricks."
​
The boy, also lets out a sigh. "Gramps, I have no clue what I want to be. An artist like my interests, or an accountant like my parents said?"
The old man stretches, letting out a yawn, hands extended. "My boy," The old man pats the boy's head, "I know that your parents' statements are contradictory to mine. However, I suggest you pursue a profession that is in your interest, not for the sake of money."
"Why is that, gramps?"
"Those who pursue jobs that depress them die immediately at that work place, afterwards you're simply a corpse with the capacity to breathe. Yet, those who pursue what interests them will continue to live on, up to their deathbeds."
​
The boy immediately nods, "I think I'll still be an accountant. The idea that I would lack money scares me."
The old man lets out a huge sigh, "Son, sometimes I question if you're listening to me. Why even ask questions?"
​
The boy chuckled, "Okay, okay. I still have more questions."
The old man yet again, sighed followed by a grunt. "Once I'm dead, I hope you realize how crucial my sayings are." Another chuckle ensued.
​
They continued having conversations, both chuckling, both sighing. Until the sun slowly sets into the back of the mountain, causing them to get up, and proceed walking.