No one have no past. Including me, you, my friends, your friends, our parents, everyone. We all have stories of our life. So what’s beyond those stories? those past of ours? what about it? Let me tell you a story.
It’s about an old man living in a big city. He worked 12 hours a day, and he had been working like that for half of his age. He didn’t have any professional skill nor any formal degree. His family was all that matters to him.
One day, a young man came to him and said "I’m only half your age, but I’ve already gained more than twice your earnings. I have a big house, a beautiful wife, a lovely son, a pretty daughter, a luxurios car, everything. I have everything you can only dream of in your life."
The old man replied gently, "so tell me, what else do you want in your life?"
He then said a bit loud "Nothing! I’ve had everything! I can live my life well! All I need to do now is reach your age and die in peace, of course with an unbearable peace you can’t even imagine"
The old man stood up and walk closer to the young. Then he said, "If only I knew what you would become…"
"Don’t start it! I hate it when you do that! You know how much I hate it! I can’t believe this! why won’t you…"
"SHUT UP! I know how much you hate it! and that’s why I’ll keep saying it!"
"You… I could never understand you. Why won’t you stop lying to your self?"
"Me? It’s you who live in lies. Let’s end it here. I think it’s enough for today"
"What? That’s it?"
"Yeah, I need to go back to work now. Afterall, this is only an english practice for kocu"
"wha?? what the…"
"Thanx for reading this 🙂 This is not a story, and it never meant to be one. It’s just me practicing my english writing. c u 🙂 hehehe"