Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Naruto. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
The wind blew gently as he lay silently. He could feel the cold surface as it pressed into his back, chilling his body. It was the first day of fall, and already it was starting to become colder.
He yawned and stretched into a more comfortable position, stretching his legs out fully. He gazed up at the stars in awe at their size. What he wouldn't give to have no problems, worries, troubles. To have no need for a past or a future. To just watch the clouds roll by day after day.
What he wouldn't give to rid himself of his past. It was something he knew he could do nothing about. It was something he knew he couldn't change, but still, he wished he could.
He knew people had it worse than him though. To be despised everywhere they went, with the sweet beckon of death breathing down their necks around every corner.
He crossed his legs, yawning again.
Having no future would certainly be a joy as well, to have no worries about the next day. One wouldn't need to worry about the small things in life like missions or festivals. To not incessantly worry about how to put food on the table day after day after day.
He would have no use for dreams and goals. How can one have a dream when one isn't alive to fulfill it? Time would drift by on the clouds, and he would watch it pass without even noticing.
Although, after an eternity of stargazing, he wondered if stars ever yearned for a higher level of existence like he had. How silly of him, to wonder if the stars grew tired and bored. But the thought would not leave his mind.
At least he had a purpose. A dream. A goal in life. How can one stand still and watch the world pass by? To stare into nothingness 365 days a year?
At this point, he was now happy that he at least had a life, and indeed he did cherish it. Even if he appeared lazy or cold, he did hold his life precious.
But why was life so precious anyway? Why were people put on this world? Did each and every one of them have a different dream to fulfill? Some people just seemed to take their time and enjoy every second of life, without a second thought.
He thought he knew his purpose in life. He wasn't one to dwell on the insignificancies life held for him. The big picture was much more tempting.
He had now realized though, that it was the people who lived their life slowly who held the advantage over him. Life was so unpredictable that at any point your dreams may be shattered, so living the small amount of time we have to the fullest ensures happiness.
He was now content to live each second at a time. To just take time out of ones day to stop and gaze at a particularly bright flower, or to just make sure one's clothes were straight.
So there he sat, just gazing up at the stars. He could take up his dreams and drift where the wind carried him tomorrow. Life would continue, and he would go with the flow, and try to at least have purpose. But for now, he was content.
He leaned forward and stared out over the town from the top of the Hokage faces. Standing up, he dusted off his shirt and pants, and brushed his hair from his eyes.
And very slowly, Sasuke Uchiha made his way down the winding path to his house.