The figment writings

I'd like to introduce myself. My name is whatever you wish, and my life is yours to dream. I am but a figment of any imagination. I am multicoloured and translucent all in one. My story is never ending and also always beginning. I come from the deepest ravine and the shallowest puddle.

Now that I've introduced myself, I believe it only mannerly to say hello, so "hello". I have wandered to many places on this earth, and many others for that fact also. I find it incredible to watch a species to evolve, to love, to live, to die, to grieve, to celebrate. A range of emotions I must confess that not everyone is privy too. But for the lucky few planets who do have this joyous range, it is nothing but inspirational. To grow within yourself and to grow physically and understanding what it all means in the one moment must be a complexity sure to baffle anyone, but you all seem to achieve it with different levels of success.

It is this watching that has inspired me to write to you and to explain what I have saw, what I have felt, what has moved me and what has shocked me.

The first experience I will retell was one that conveyed the story of hope:

The time to me does not matter, as I don't conceive your time frames, but I do notice daylight and moonlight. This was a particularly sunny day, and involved a young male of your species. He seemed to be a quite happy being, always smiling, always talking, always doing something. There was no time for sitting around and doing nothing, as this would be a waste of his many talents. He preferred this busy lifestyle in the outdoors or just generally with society. A noble quality I feel. Now i have watched this young male for many a moon fall, and always he was on the verge of achieving. His life was like a merry-go-round(a strange contraption really, always picking up pace but not actually going anywhere-actually quite a good way to describe his life). He was always getting some sort of acceptance, or just beginning to gain momentum when eventually some incident would happen to stop it all. Be it a death, an accident, an illness, every road he was taking, inevitably ended in a dead end. It was like a puppet master was playing a cruel show with his life, or a bad TV show was always ending so we could pick it up again on the next show. It was fate. Now I'm not one to take credit, I'm not that sort of creature, I neither exist in this world or another, but for how I do exist I do exert an influence. Not that he will ever know this of course, I am merely but a flutter, a figment, a fringe, but I do have a certain guiding quality. Now it so happened that this puppet master "fate" had her strings cut and that dear boy bulldozed his way through those walls and finally took a step through his dare to be great moment, his epiphany and he ran with it. Now not all stories will end this way, not everyone gets what they deserve, but hope is a great thing, and to those who deserve it, to those with that unwavering confidence and to those who take what life deals them without a pinch of annoyance, maybe that figment in the corner of your eye will glint that much brighter and get you where you need to go. But as for always I cannot stay much longer, but I'm sure at some stage I shall return. But for now maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination....