He’s sitting on a hill, alone, with the warmth of the sun on his face. He watches the sun set, its beautiful. But he knows that once its gone, it'll get cold and dark.
He sits patiently, scared, and alone. In his mind he sits, waiting, thinking of ways to keep the sun up. There's only one way for it to stay up for him, he has to pursue the sun all around the world, but what's the point in that? That will only last until he tires out and collapsed with exhaustion, mental exhaustion. So, instead, he sits, accepting what will happen soon.
He’s tired of chasing the sun, he's already done it so much. So instead, he waits, and waits, and waits. He knows that he’ll be alone even more, but is he really alone with all the stars in the sky? The galaxy looking down on him, the stars shining the night. But instead of chasing or accepting the sun, why can’t he chase the stars instead? Why can’t he return to where he came from? Because, he hates were he came from, hates how he used to be before chasing the sun. He hated staying in one place...hating how he never changed for the better.
Chasing the sun was only chasing after a single possibility, while the stars begin to shine on his back, the sun sets, getting slower and slower as it falls. Why is he still sitting here, looking towards only one possibility, only one path?
Again, he’s just afraid, afraid that if he turns around to look towards the stars he’ll lose that sun forever, because once the sun sets, it won’t come back until another path has been set out. Why should people only chase after one path, why not make a path that connects multiple things, why not connect the sun to the stars? Because the sun only stays during the day, and not during the night. He’s tired, very tired. He lays on his back and looks up… the sky filled with partial sunlight and partial night sky. It too is beautiful, the endless possibilities in the sky each a wonder, each a potential path… yet he feels to involved to quit chasing the sun, he stands up and begins running towards the sun, afraid of the possibilities, afraid of himself, and afraid of what will happen to him if the sun is lost.
He chases it, running and running, but the sun doesn’t rise back up, it only stays in the same setting position it was in before he started chasing again. But that is only temporary, for he is still tired, exhausted, and still alone…..