The Park Bench

The birds in the trees sang their bitter sweet song as the air began to grow frosty in the winter morning, once again he would sit alone and reflect upon his life...what it meant to him and why he should brave another morning.

The park was always empty this early of a morning, the sun had just began to rise ready to bathe the world in it's warm embrace. Like usual he sat there...alone, thinking what reason he had to breath, to live. When a young woman -about his age- walked by. She stopped and looked to him, “Are you OK there? It's freezing at this time of a morning.” She spoke softly to him. He lifted his gaze to meet hers,
“I'm fine...” was all he said. The woman looked down and then gave a small nod before leaving him...
He was alone again.

Why was it that he needed a reason to take each day? Living day by day, never coming never going. He was stuck in this static game of chance, flip a coin! Heads you live to find an excuse not to die, Tails you ignore the result. What a life was that?

Footsteps stopped in front of him and he looked up again to see the girl from before, holding out a cup for tea for him. She tilted her head and handed it over to him. Confused the boy took the warm drink from her and took a sip, it's contents was made to perfection and he felt like it was warming him up from his toes, “Life got you down, eh?” she asked with a small giggle as she sat next to him. The boy was still in shock, “What are you going on about?” he growled at her, “What's more, why do you care?” he asked, thankful for the tea yet confused as to why she had offered it to him.

“Why should I not care? Give me a good reason and I'll be forced to accept.” she leaned her cheek on her hands, facing him. He growled,
“I'm a stranger. I could be a rapist and murder! And you're offering me tea and taking to me...” he spoke, stating what should have been the obvious,
“Are you what you claim you could be?” she asked,
“No...” he answered back harshly. The girl let out another chuckle,
“Exactly...If we all dwindled on what people could be...everyone's a heartless mass murder. That isn't the way the world works...” she spoke, giving a nod as she did so. “Look how young you are...and you're sitting here in the freezing cold, wasting your life looking at the same patch of grass...What is your problem?” she asked, rubbing her gloved hands together.

Reluctantly he spoke, as this girl was not going to leave him alone until he had said something, “I can't think of what reason I have to live.” he put bluntly. The girl laughed, “Why are you laughing at me?!” the boy yelled, “Can't you see I have nothing!? No reason for my life to continue!?” he yelled again,
“Don't lie...You have two things.” the girl spoke, standing up and turning to him, “You have life...and something called 'Possibility'.” she grinned giving him a small nod. The boy's train of thought crashed, “There is this big wide world we have, and this tiny little flicker of hope in our hearts...Every last one of us. That gives us Possibility!” She spoke with her heart as she said this, “You're looking for a reason to live? I can see over Six Billion reasons! Because you have the possibility to help anyone in this world...I think that's more than enough of a reason...Don't you?” she asked, motioning the park...the world around them.

“Just because I have this...'Possibility' doesn't mean I know how to use it...” the boy sighed, drinking the tea. The girl sighed and folded her arms,
“All you need to do is...” she grinned and pointed her eyes upwards and then gave the boy a wink, “Is have words with the right person, and I'm sure doors will open for you.” she gave another nod, a smile beaming across her face,
“But...” the boy began,
“You know something...Dyeing before your time is more painful. Because all of your possibilities die with you.” She grinned, taking back the empty cup from the boy, “You never know when you're walking in the park one day and see some miserably sod sitting on a bench early in the morning looking like the world is coming to an end.” she grinned, before she started to walk away. The boy stood up and called out to her, “Wait! Who are you?!” he yelled to her. She didn't turn to him but rose her free hand into the air,
“I think you should ask yourself that question, Mr. Possibility” she laughed before she turned the corner and was gone.

It was then that the sun rose; and with countless possibilities...