Humans. Certainly, they do not seem like the most interesting or smart creatures to exist. They are vile, immature, self-destructing, greedy and chaotic. That's what an alien would describe them if they ever observed and communicated with us....
But what from what I have experienced its not exactly like this. They love, they see, they sympathize...It is not often you see them but sometimes in the most alone corner of the world somewhere deep inside the ocean you can see a glimpse of the loving and tendering gaze they lay upon there treasure, their loved one. The one thing that was always and always was humans' weakness is love and money. And from what I have seen it is one of the strongest powers and desires a human can hold.
I have never been so fascinated with a creature like this one.
In my years of living so far people have always described me as smart, different, perfect looking, well rounded, but I may also have been described as evil, sly, promiscuous, naive and even crazy.
As it turns out humans have two sides just like the coins. One of them being lost for words when staring into their lovers' eyes lost into the abyss of their door to the soul. The scenery behind it is too great to look into, because even for a moment it could easily be lost into, the darkness that surrounds the soul, the evil that protects it. These walls sometimes are called trauma, ego, depression and many more. They put these walls around themselves in order to protect themselves even though the walls hurt them even more...
The other side I have seen is the presumptuous one, the side you wish to never be shown especially from a loved one. Drifting away from special moments filled with anger, sadness, loneliness, worries, doubts and so much more to be met at the door with resentful and scared gazes by the ones they promised would never hurt.
Mortals strive in perfection even though it can never be reached, they crave power, money, skills, knowledge, time, family, friends, jobs, hobbies perhaps but are never satisfied by just one of their wishes being fulfilled they always crave more and more. They are like never ending black holes absorbing whatever they can from this cruel world that they have created in order to learn and to know they have lived. From love and happiness to resentment and shame they crave it all just to fulfil the need of knowing they have lived it all. To be sure they have never missed something in this line of time they call life. Truly to this day I can not comprehend the ways of the humans. They can end tragically, happily, lovingly, but in every single story the human has their regrets, their happy and sad memories and if they feel satisfied of what they have done. They will finally stop pulling and pushing and let go, so the warm and light feeling can embrace them in their last moments.
