Inspiration

A short story devised from spontaneous creativity for review. Hope you like it!

I read this story, not long ago, that had a tragic twist to it. 

It was about ageing and the inevitable journey that we, 

as humans, are forced to take. I felt confused the first 

time I read it. I was naive with my youth. A few years passed

by and I read it again, this time with a professional curiosity.

The writing was beautiful, filled with emotion. Why can't mine

be like that? The clock ticked by and I again found this story.

Envious, I degraded the piece and carried on with my life.

As I aged, I found comfort in the silence. The silence of reading.

My pitiful anger remained laying dormant in my chest. I really

thought I was over this. Now my skin has tensed, I am entering a

new chapter in my life. Seeking answers of forgiveness. I searched

for the story, and with luck, I found it. I called to my wife and felt hiccups in my heart. I am getting old. I sat in my favourite chair and smiled softly. Ignoring my ignorance from early life, I allowed myself to view it in untainted eyes. My writing career is now over. Time has all but disappeared. Where is my love? I am alone. This life I've lived has been my own lie. A delusion.

As I try to read the story, I see the pages are blank. Where are the words? My memory is gone. Why did I blink? So many questions I will leave unanswered. All of a sudden, it became clear. I had spent all of this time being envious, of something I already achieved. I had lived my life, loved, and been unconscious about my victories the entire time. My body, so fragile, struggles to turn the page. I cannot lift my arms. I am left with a nagging question: Was there really any words? Or, was this paper the canvas of my life? I heave my arm up, with all of my strength, and grasp a nearby pen.

Will my story end unfinished? I need to write. The pen slips from my wrinkle infested fingers and drops to the floor. I suppose it's time for a nap. My wife will be in soon. I nod off for a second and all turns dark. My wife returns home and finds me sleeping. She sees papers on my desk. Her old helpless smile comforts the room. She puts a blanket over me and picks up the manuscript.

There are no words, except for the title. The chapters of my life - by Greed and Envious.

Author's Note

I'm not really sure what this is. All I know is that it is a reflection on life and the debate is open to you, the reviewers. I suppose to add meaning to this story, you can search your whole life trying to replicate a story or you can learn to love your own. I hope you enjoyed it, comment and share your opinions.