A Gift, A Life
As the sun began its ascent, I found myself nestled upon the loneliest bench in Livingson Valley Park. But this stillness was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of three people in sharp, matching black suits and brown portmanteaus. Two of them stayed near the park's entrance, and the third occupied the space beside me on the bench. Before I could fully fathom the situation, the figure, whom I will refer to as Mr. Unk (shortened for Unknown), leaned in, disturbing the peaceful morning mood. "A splendid Sunday morning, wouldn't you agree?" he asked. ( Image source ) "Yes... Um... I am a bit confused..." I was interrupted. "I can sense your heightened perplexity." "Heightened? What do you mean by heightened? I was sitting merrily in this comfortable little nook until you, Men in Black, strolled into the park!" "Aren't you already perplexed because of your choices and decisions? Come on, you must agree. It is life, perple...