Conversations on the boundaries of dreams and reality

"You know, it's funny on how we humans always consume ourselves on trivialities that at that time seemed correct for it gave a fleeting glimpse of joy but when you look back, all you can do is to hit yourself in the head with a mallet because you acted like an idiot and wasted time." She took a deep puff from her cigarette and blew it into the blue sky.

"Like this trivial meeting between two friends?" I asked

"I don't know. But we'll see..." she said, looking off into the distance. "But talking with you seems to lessen the load on my back, I feel that I want to stay like this forever."
"No, don't be like that. Don't stop fighting, it'll eventually calm down and you'll experience sublime bliss..." I replied.

"Oh, so you are the great invincible great mutant that you are again?" She blurted out, laughing hysterically. She then lighted another cigarette. She always chain-smokes when she's depressed.

"But you know, no being in this earth has ever lived without pain. Be it physical or spiritual pain, we all experience it." I looked at her. "It is mankind's greatest weakness, and strength."

"Oh shit, here comes the existentialism shit.." She cursed. Then she smiled at me. "I like that in you."