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The day was hot.
Then again, it was the dry season. Months of no rain. The crops had crippled onto themselves, and with a single touch, they would crumble into dust. It was a harsh reality built onto the very ground that gave us life. It was like being hit in the head with a stone. In other words, painful.
However, men, women, children and animals grew accustomed to it and their bodies began to evolve to survive those challenges. Another way of saying, without using words, 'deal with it'.
It is cruel, tormenting, that such is the way of life. It begs to question ; do we live to survive or survive to live ?
And so, you question yourself once again, sitting at your windowsill, gazing at the few people that formed this very civilization. A frown graced your youthful face as you pondered over the words.
Why must the world be cruel ?
Why must the sun burn the sand paths that lead you home ? Or why must the moon only light up in the dark and vanish the next day ? And the sun, your source of light, where is he when you need comfort in the depth of your misery ?
Questions that only the embodiment of a God would answer. Yet where are they when you need them ? No where.
Perhaps it was all planned. A mocking joke for their prying eyes to look down upon. We are traumatic and self absorbed beings who feed onto the pain of others. Because it is the only way to survive.
Of course it's entertaining since that's the solemn base of the word 'entertainment'. We find joy in others' pain, which makes us sadist in a disappointing way.
But who were you to make such assumptions ?
After all, you are a mere woman and your duty is to sit still and be pretty, for it is the role of a priestess. Of course, there are the likes of learning to read, speak, sing and dance. The very fundamentals of the education you were given. You have no right to complain, you whom received a gift a hundred or even a thousand of children would love.
Yet you were sitting at your windowsill, contemplating if you deserved to be sad. To sometimes want to let it out, how much it kills you to be trapped inside this 'home'. Did you even deserve to feel such emotions ?
But you have it all. A cozy interior, protecting from the Sand's anger and the Moon's freezing presence. Decent and good clothing that keeps you warm or presentable. And food that only royals and religious figures were allowed to taste.
