I laughed.
I always laugh actually, when I hear some of the musings that come into their minds, and are thrown into the world, only to die a short while later. They seem to think that thinking these thoughts make them wise, and lordly. They being children, sheltered behind their rich and safe homes, and act the part, believe even, that they understand the world. And I laugh, because most of these kids don't even understand true pain. Or sorrow. Or reality of the world, really. You need experience for that. This girl, especially, who I am laughing at right now, knows nothing of what she's talking about.
"Life will become better. There is always the heroine, or hero, who saves it."
Tell that to the people who have lost everything, from loved ones, to dreams.
"I know that the world needs both good and evil for either to exist."
You say that, but do you really know the true extent of both?
"Time heals all wounds, but people want to feel the pain, to not forget."
No. Often, all you want is to forget. You can't understand that yet.
"People want time, more time, and no one wants to die."
How can you, who has never felt any pain, understand the thoughts of all that \suffer? Nothing is that simple.
"Everything is simple; it's just that we humans blow it out of proportion"
Do you really know the meaning of "out of proportion"? Its death, and ruins.
There, I was done with my work, and I was leaving. Suddenly, and this happens every time, I didn't want to hear those words, the words that were hollow, because there was no experience to fill them, only phantom imaginations. But just as I was leaving, I heard one more thought, so different from the rest, one more that stopped me, and made me think that perhaps, just this once, this girl knew the worst suffering in the world.
"I'm so lonely."
The wind blew, and there was no one, save a lonely girl who knew nothing of love or the world.