Writing prompt: I’m only telling you this because you won’t be able to tell anyone else.
You’re sleeping in front of me, a helpless creature who will remain in such a defenseless state for months to come. I’ll tell you a secret. The world could hurt you right now, could steal you away from me and there’s the potential that there would be nothing I could do. That’s the way that this world can be: cruel, heartless, terrifying. There are people so horrific that it will make you wonder how someone such as they could even be conceivable in such a seemingly perfect grand plan. These are people who, like you, were once innocent infants, perhaps sleeping in their prams while their parents watched on in adoration. Now they bomb cities, pour corrosive chemicals on the faces of children, abduct babies from their carriages when their mothers turn their heads. These are people who burn down houses with families in them, torture and murder young people out for a jog, or hang dogs and cats by their necks from trees. This is a beautiful world my love, but a cruel one.
What’s worse is that the life I helped give you is just a blink in time, a grain of sand on the beach. In this sempiternal existence, we are minuscule. Compared to the oceans, the forests, the millions of skyscrapers… what do we matter, really? And our planet is just one of an endless number. Even earth has only been here for a hiccup in time. Why is the planet that we inhabit the most crucial? Why is our country the most prominent? What do you or I even matter? If there is a God, who is to say that It even sees us, let alone recognizes us as individuals? We are just microscopic cells milling about in the greater picture of what’s seemingly more important.
But still, you have the possibility to create a domino effect on the future, just like the past has affected me and will affect you. You have the potential for greatness. Choose your actions, your words, and your thoughts wisely. You may be a speck in the universe, in the expanses of time and space, but you are my whole world condensed into a tiny, sleeping human being.
One day, the world may sometimes seems like it hates you, and I’ll deny that maybe you’re right, maybe the world does hate us, but regardless of that, I will love you with every fiber of my being until the day that my body turns back to dust.
I’m only telling you this because you won’t be able to tell anyone else. This is the one time I’ll willingly tell you the truth of what this world is, that I’ll admit that I wonder if it was selfish of me to bring you into a place that can seem so terrible. That I created a human capable of heartache, of fear, of hurting others, and of dying. But you’ll forget the dream of my voice, my quiet ramblings to you, and when you open your eyes it will be obsolete. A whisper in the void of an endless eternity.