The Old, the Sage and the Youth.

THE OLD, THE SAGE AND THE YOUTH

I remember a time when walking around the world's busiest cities was my favorite way of letting time pass me by. 

Looking at humans and how they liked to entertain their short existences put a bitter smile on my lips. The eyes of strangers meeting, stolen glances, regretted nights and the colors of the digital screens which lit up the billboards of buildings of every corner of cities, it brings me back to the to forgotten times.

When the great thinkers of the past outlined the philosophy of their days. When kings themselves would lead their armies through the numerous battles for the advancement of their kingdoms. When the faces of loved ones could only be depicted by the skilled hands of a painter. When the thirst for power drove man after man to insanity, to the extent of eradicating one's own community.

Humans.

You'll see them grow, their curiosity often proportional to their creativity - the latter being the driving force of most of their lives - allows them to take leaps in all departments of knowledge. Having seen it all from the rise of the Babylonian empire to the dark days of the Middle Ages, I knew how foolish they all were.

Centuries of discoveries, of repetition really, and yet death always caught them by surprise.

Humans are an intrigue, their life a predictable story line.

The saddest yet most hopeful tale of all.