Beings

I want to create an open-ended story that allows for interpretation.

Its purpose is to only convey the ideas fragile and firm and allow the audience themselves to draw connections to what the objects represent in their own thinking.

A glass bottle, crystal clear and would look pure with any liquid we wish to put in it, may shatter and become utterly hazardous. A balloon, shiny and plump, may reduce to random pieces of plastic in an instance when poked by a pin. A small piece of marble, completely inconspicuous to the average pedestrian, makes its way across a wooden table, loud and firm. A sandbag that is punched, harmed and abused by humans recovers at night in total silence. What do we make of all this? That we should never judge anything by its appearance? That would be terribly pompous of us as humans, because the world is not a “human” world, and objects are not based on how we perceive them. Everything has its own way of existing, evolving, and ending, and all we can do is be a silent observers. We exist with them, we exist like them, and we’re no more than them. We’re all just part of how things are, and how the world is.