Humans as a race, as a whole are simply and utterly doomed. From the very start. They kill and hurt each other like no other species I have ever seen. And for what? Greed, envy and jealousy. They steal and assault their own race. What have they become? Monsters, animals, sometimes I think they may even be worse than me. But then, in the darkest times, a few see the light and I am reminded once again why it is that the human race are allowed to continue their existence. It is because of the simple things they choose to do, watching the mothers nurture their children, watching the fathers teaching their little ones the way of life and seeing how everyone has their days when they try to change, they try become something better. And I wonder, on these good days, is this good enough for me to step in? Would it be okay to help this dying race? I always come to the same answer, no. It's not okay, I am not permitted to interfere, they must work it out for themselves, become who they must.
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The Observer
Teen FictionSo this doesn’t have a story line, it’s a person’s thoughts/accounts of concepts thought out life but this person is immortal or whatever. This person have observed much and experienced little. (It’s not done either)
