‘Do you ever feel like there’s something more to life than this?’
‘More to life?’ She muttered softly, barely raising her head as she tapped busily at the keys of her laptop.
‘Yes; something bigger than attending a dead end job day in, day out for pittance. Some higher goal which we should all attain?’
Glancing up, she fixed him with a stare, brow furrowed as she contemplated this idea. ‘Of course. It’s a common problem which we all go through. But what can we do about it? Nothing. Without the Little People, the world would be chaotic and unproductive.’
‘I know, but don’t you feel that – as an individual – you could make it so much better?’ He struggled with the words, attempting to pronounce the empty void of unfulfillment which haunted his being.
‘There’s a lot wrong with this world, but what can we do individually to make it better? We’re a mere cell in the body of Earth.’
‘Diseases spread via the smallest anomaly in cells. We can change anything if we put our mind to it. The problem with the governments of this world is that they’re too bone idle and rich to put into action that which could save the whole of mankind.’
‘And what exactly can save the whole of mankind?’
He sighed, realising her questions were not because she was interested in the matter, but only because an argument would ensue if she did not at least pretend. ‘I don’t know myself, but this life is so bleak and arduous that I’ll die before finding out, I guess.’ His eyes fell to his lap, yet did not take in what they saw. After a slight pause, he heard her tapping away at the keys once more.