The Messenger

Everyday including Sundays, the messenger delivers news to people. Essentially, there are only two types of news: good and bad; anything that falls in between will never make it to the messenger. Predictably, the messenger adores giving the good but dread to deliver any bad news. He particularly hates to tell a pretty girl what Death did to her soul-mate, and if she starts to cry, he feels slight pain as though his heart is collapsing onto itself. There is a craft in the messenger's reaction, too much and she will crumble, too little and she will misinterpret. Giving good news requires less effort, and it doesn't matter much who is the receiver. Personally, the messenger enjoys watching the old folks do it, how they display genuine joy upon receiving the good news; he always gets the most contrast from them, that sadness and regrets so many of them seem to have and how quickly the expression changes into happiness and aliveness. It's intoxicating. 

Sundown, the messenger returns home and loneliness is palpable. For nothing in the universe is granted, he wonders how much longer will he continues to exist and will this purposeful life of his be any different? 

Sunrise, the messenger is delivering news again, and the insidious troubles of yesterday are growing. 

More bad news than good today, the messenger grunts. 

Another door violently shuts on him; more pretty girls than ugly today, the messenger sighs; he wants it to be different. The messenger thinks and acts...

Maybe the heart finally reaches singularity or maybe not, but it is the first time the messenger feels a change. Just a white lie to the pretty faces, the messenger murmurs to himself. Largely because he feels it is too late to undo what he did so he continues doing it. Feeling breathless...he finally presses the delete button, clearing all the messages, both good and bad. 

At last, the messenger sees the complexity of the world before him - gloriously beautiful and alluring at limitless potentials. He wants to participant in it, and the world welcomes him. Alas, the messenger sees the in-between - and like many before him, he falls hopelessly in love with nothing more but white lies. 

Once again, the vacancy for a messenger is available.