Dreamers

Chapter 19

                    Laura

"Doing what's right and wrong. It seems like a simple choice. But there is a different meaning to the two. Perhaps a hidden meaning. They can either be a selfish, or a selfless way of doing something. But we know this already.
You can do what's right for the world. A selfless act. An act that comes with no reward whatsoever.

Or you can do what's right for yourself. At first, this seems selfish, but then again, is it selfish to want to make yourself happy. The ultimate choice lies not between what's right and wrong, but rather between what's right for you, and what's right for the world.

It is in our nature to be selfish. A human quality, that sadly, makes us who we are. But there is also a part of us, that truly cares. The selfless part. Some call it love, and others call it having a sense of humanity.

Both the happiness of the world, and our happiness has a voice. A voice calling us closer. Beckoning us.
But which voice, calls the loudest?"

Laura shut the book. Everything was true. She couldn't find a single fault in the author's blatantly true words. But she wasn't at ease yet. The thought of her selflessness gaining her nothing but trials and tribulations, made her doubt. Doubt that it was truly for nothing. The sacrifices she had made, she had risked her life. She had made sacrifices, sacrifices that would only go to waste. Perhaps that thought, in itself was selfish. Not perhaps, it was selfish. It was a cursed gift that humans were given. But what if it was never given? Perhaps it was just taught.
A trait that was passed on, by generation to generation.

Laura sighed. She looked around the quaint motel room. Everyone was doing their own thing. Aaron and Elea were watching  the news on TV, Tyranna was in the bathroom, taking a shower, Xylina, the girl who never spoke, was laying on her bed, her back facing everyone. And Jasmine was fast asleep in her cot, and Laura just sat there. A book, with dog-eared pages, rested on her lap. A book that she had read so many times, over and over again, yet the words meant something different each time she read them.