Way Back Home

"Before I leave, can I ask you some things?" I turned around, a question lingering in my mind.

"Sure, shoot away. I'm open to anything," he replied, lounging on his throne.

"What does life mean to you?" I inquired.

He didn't respond immediately. I could tell from the contemplative look in his eyes that he was pondering deeply. 

What answer would such a being as him give?

"Life feels like a nightmare . It's like being stuck in a loop, repeating the same actions over and over again without ever finding a way out. In a way, life without an end is the very definition of  hell." His words were tinged with sadness and exhaustion, revealing his true feelings. 

After hearing his response, I closed my eyes, reflecting on his perspective. 

I felt fortunate to have gained insight into his way of thinking. Without it, I might have followed the same path and eventually regretted it.