I woke up one morning, it was nothing more than that, just another
morning in my regular life. Nothing special was bound to happen, but
thing usually don´t go the way you expect it. There I was walking down
the street like every other morning, at the exact same time, the same
way I have been doing it for the past four years.
As I bumped
through the people on the street, keeping my head down, just moving I
never stopped to think or look at others, I never did, I always felt
inferior in some way, even though I´m taller, more educated, or
whatever, I feel inferior because I don´t care much about myself, and
that is the truth.
But why would I tell a story of something that
is normal, as in every story there must be a reason for it to be told.
This day, even though I didn't knew it yet, was bound to be my last day
on this world.
As I was waiting for my coffee this incredible
woman came through the door, she had this inner light, so strong, so
bright that even a blind man could see her. I had met her before and we
were, to call it somehow, friends. After no consideration of the
possible ramifications I decided to go to her and ask her out. She
looked at me, and with shocked expression, told me that she would never
go out with me. I did expected that result, but what I did not expected
were the reaction that my mind would have.
I grabbed my coffee,
and left the building. Waked in silence the remaining way towards my
office, and sat down at my desk, looking through the window.
As I
drank my coffee my mind started to analyze the force that breaking the
glass would require, and the amount of possible damage that I would receive from a four story fall.
As I was falling together with
broken glass I saw a bus coming. Instead of hitting the floor as
expected, I landed in the roof of the bus, and bounced off to the floor.
sadly for me I wasn't killed immediately. As I felt the blood leaving
my body someone approached through the crowd. It was the girl that had
just rejected me. She looked me in the eye and asked me why.
With
the last of my strengths I told her, that her rejection was the last one
I could handle and I wanted this to happen I wanted to let go. She
looked me in the eye, and said something that I was unable to
understand, all I know is that she was smiling, and called me an idiot.
Everything
started to fade away, and as I was in my final moments I thought to my
self about the decisions we make in life.
Is there ever a good decision?
