My short story
Hey Mr. Acordian man. I see you playing your accordian and holding your monkey close by on a small leash. Dance little monkey. Dance your heart out. You don't want much out of life, do you Mister? You're very happy with entertaining pedestrian street-goers by playing such a simple song to make your monkey to it's tricks. Slowly profiting their money into a small fortune to care for yourself and your primate buddy. You spend your earnings quickly on today's food supply. You never think about what's really important. Do you know what you live for? You have as little as you could possibly have to survive on. Your monkey keeps you alive. You say to your monkey, "Someday we will make it somewhere. Someday I'll be able to afford to pay for you to not be sick anymore. Someday, monkey." You wonder to yourself what motivates the rich folks to live on so eternally.
On the other side of the globe, the rich man sits in his house with everything he could want and even more. A tear runs down from his eye. He realizes that he has everything, but his heart has an empty void that he can't fill. He takes a final look before he takes his own life. He is in the papers and in the headlines of news channels everywhere. People criticize him because he took his life with "so much to live for."
Back on a park bench, you with your acocrdian and your monkey are asleep. Your monkey dies from the mild influenza it has had. You wake up the next morning to a limp and helpless monkey lying on the ground next to you. You can't wake him up. A tear runs down your face. You set down your accordian next to your only friend and walk away praying that it comes back. That night, you realize it's not coming back. You stares at your deceased partner with wide eyes and a shallow heart. You have nothing left that makes you happy. Nothing left that makes you hopeful. Nothing left that makes you look forward to the next day. You takes your final uneasy breath and your last tear runs down your face and lands next to your partner on the ground. No one thinks anything of the couple lying in the park. It goes unnoticed for a few days. You are thrown into a morgue and identified and buried. You get no publicity. You get no sympathy. You get nothing. As you floats away, you wonder what your life was for. You wonder what just happened. You wonder what's going to happen. You look around and see that everything is okay. You are complacent. And I have watched you in your times. And I have not one day where I don't think of you.
On the other side of the globe, the rich man sits in his house with everything he could want and even more. A tear runs down from his eye. He realizes that he has everything, but his heart has an empty void that he can't fill. He takes a final look before he takes his own life. He is in the papers and in the headlines of news channels everywhere. People criticize him because he took his life with "so much to live for."
Back on a park bench, you with your acocrdian and your monkey are asleep. Your monkey dies from the mild influenza it has had. You wake up the next morning to a limp and helpless monkey lying on the ground next to you. You can't wake him up. A tear runs down your face. You set down your accordian next to your only friend and walk away praying that it comes back. That night, you realize it's not coming back. You stares at your deceased partner with wide eyes and a shallow heart. You have nothing left that makes you happy. Nothing left that makes you hopeful. Nothing left that makes you look forward to the next day. You takes your final uneasy breath and your last tear runs down your face and lands next to your partner on the ground. No one thinks anything of the couple lying in the park. It goes unnoticed for a few days. You are thrown into a morgue and identified and buried. You get no publicity. You get no sympathy. You get nothing. As you floats away, you wonder what your life was for. You wonder what just happened. You wonder what's going to happen. You look around and see that everything is okay. You are complacent. And I have watched you in your times. And I have not one day where I don't think of you.