A Short Conversation

"You know what I love about this lifetime?" she mused, her voice being carried away by the wind.

"What?" I replied, watching her now small words drifting further and further away. 

We were gazing at the sunset at the top of a mountain; Helen wanted to see what a sunset would look like from a view that we couldn't get from our house.

Helen glanced at me, a sparkle of light gleaming in her eyes. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. 

"People are so kind, so full of compassion and power! Yet, they are so driven by selfish reasons they forget who they are. Isn't that amazing? If they knew what we were like, during our time, don't you think they'd be freaking out how similar they are to who we once were? And what came after?" 

I nodded, contemplating the weight of Helen's words. Interesting, yes. Intriguing, even. Yet, so so scary.

I sighed. "This kind is different, I agree. Full of vigor and lust for success. But they lack something that we had..."

Helen snapped a photo of the sunset with her phone. She turned towards me, a golden eyebrow arched. "And what would that be?"

"Consistency."