 *Sorry if it's too long* 

TL;DR: My thoughts on life

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It had been an hour since he had gotten up. College classes started in the afternoon, so he could afford not to get up early. I was doing self-imposed homework related to yesterday's lectures. All this while silence reigned in the house.

A rumble broke the thin sheet of calm. Someone had opened the door of the house. It was not very difficult to listen to his steps. Deep steps of a powerful-like person, sinking into space. And they were getting closer. Each footstep hit harder than the previous one, demolishing that kingdom of mutes.

And again, silence. Now it was the door of the room that opened and...

"Brother, brother!"

"Hello! Have you come back from school? Mom has left us the food in the fridge. Go to eat."

"Yes, but first you have to help me do some homework. It's just answering a question, but I don't know how to do it."

"And how about you eat and then help you?"

"No, no. You have to help me now. It's super important."

"Okay, and what is that so much important question?"

The boy jumps sharply, clinging to his brother's neck, pulling him towards him and approaching his brother's ear, mutters a few words. The brother gets up again, helped by surprise.

"Have you been asked that at school?"

"Yes."

The brother folds his arms and sighs deeply. "What do you think if I tell you a story?"

"You tell me later. Help me with homework."

"No, no. This story is super important."

"Okay, but promise me that you will help me later."

The brother nods and starts.

"Imagine an empty universe. In that universe, an infinite series of straight and parallel paths is formed by tiles. In each of these paths, there is a person. And every year, each person advances a tile. The fact is that people only move forward, with a firm step, stomping. And we move forward with the certainty that we are not going to fall. 

People are convinced that they are advancing along a path of roses, a luminous, ascending path. They assure that there is a goal at the end of the track. And they are also convinced that if they work and advance enough, they will reach the goal.

Now imagine that someone notices something on his face; that bothers him; that irritates him. And when he takes it off, he realizes that what he has in his hands is a blindfold. He looks forward and... nothing, everything is dark. He can only see two or three tiles in front of him. He glances sideways and... sees nothing. Up at the sky, but he doesn't regard anything either. It is as if around him, there was a thick dark cloud. Darkness prevents him from seeing beyond. And he knows that this cloud exists because if he doesn't give it importance, it becomes transparent. Enough to be able to see through. 

And now, he can see the endless rows of tiles. He realizes that in each row, there is a cloud of darkness. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot make the other clouds transparent. Somehow, he knows that in each cloud, there is a person. Even if he can't see him. The more he looks around, the more he begins to understand. Even though the paths are parallel, the clouds are not. There are clouds further ahead than others. Looking at his own pathway, he realizes that it never ends. There is no end. And that's when he starts to worry.

Imagine it's time to move a tile forward. When looking down, it's easy to recognize that the tiles are made of glass. Hence, fragile. And you can see the emptiness behind them. Everyone moved forward recklessly, stomping. But advancing without the blindfold is so scary. You can fall, you can break the tile, or you can fall from the sides."

Before continuing with the story, the brother takes the child, who was listening attentively, by the arms and, abruptly, pushes him to the side. "Do you see how easy it is to fall?"

"This time, he has advanced carefully, afraid of breaking the tile. He still has the bandage in his hand, but he doesn't want to put it on. Now that I had seen everything, I couldn't help but ask questions. Have the other people also taken off their bandages? What if they never take it off? I would have to help everyone take it away, but the paths are too far apart. And no matter how much he screams, no one is going to listen to him.

And suddenly, he sees how a shadow falls into the void. He hasn't seen it well, but he is sure that something has fallen off. On the path to his right, the cloud of darkness dissipates. But there is no one, just a broken tile. And he worries more and more. He no longer likes what he is seeing. And the bandage is put back on."

A few seconds of silence allow the child to realize that the story is over. "What a strange story."

"Yes, it's a very absurd story."

"Well, thank you for helping me. I'm going to eat."