Author: UltraElectroMagnetic PM
One 1000 word story for every day of the year. Genres will vary greatly, but I tend to favor adventure, fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction, war, and tragedy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 49 - Words: 49,166 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 02-22-13 - Published: 01-01-13 - id: 3088012
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People always complain that they don't have enough time. They always want more. They wish for more time, they hope they live long, but I tell you, they're all wrong.
I made an experiment, you see. I noticed a young man, who, like many young people, wasted his days doing nothing, or not doing anything useful. He was the son of a very rich family and He had a responsibility to keep the business running. Now, wouldn't that be unfair? Maybe he isn't doing anything because he doesn't want to work for his family? Well, you see, he was given a choice, and he said: "Yes."
The boy was so confident in himself. He thought he could sit back and let his life take care of itself. Everything fell apart after that. He didn't respond to complaints and problems. He used the age-old excuse of not having any time to get away from his problems.
When everything was gone, he cried and moaned, and he got angry at all the wrong people: everyone that wasn't him. 'If only I had more time' he said, 'everything would've went well.' With that, he jumped off the bridge
Is that so? I wondered what would happen if he got what he was asking for. So, I gave him more time. He woke up, washed up on the bank of the river, confused. Everyone thought he was dead at this point. He had a chance to start over.
He tried, but he just wouldn't accept what was happening. He worked, for a while, but he never stopped complaining about the time. "I need more time," he said, as he threw his new life away as quick as he got it. He thought it was over now, but he was still complaining, blaming the lack of time, blaming the people around him. He thought it would be over now, and he'd die a failure.
But he didn't die.
He wondered why. I thought maybe now, he'd learnt his lesson. He found love, but he also found alcohol. After seeing how he acted before, I knew this wouldn't last.
500 years passed, and he still hasn't done anything. He'd realized of course, that he can't die, but still, he couldn't make himself a good life. He just spent his time, wandering, cursing, and—
"STOP THIS!" Well, well. Here he is. He didn't have to slam the door, though.
"What brings you here, my boy?" I ask him.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Father Time! End it!" he shouts at me.
"My life! You're driving me crazy! End it already!"
"I want to get something straight here. You asked for more time, didn't you? You asked for it many times. So, I gave you more time. Plenty of time, and look what's happened to you: nothing. I'd thought you'd eventually figure it out, that you've been looking the wrong way. I could give you a hundred more years; I could slow down time, but it won't solve anything. Not for you, at least. Your problem isn't how much time you have left; your problem is how you use the time you have. And now, you're asking me to stop giving you time?"
"Yes. You shouldn't have done that in the first place."
"Really? I gave you immortality. Life without end. You could've done everything you needed to do, yet you didn't. You kept failing. I gave you that time because I believed you could change. For your parent's sake. For your own sake."
"Life without end? Something that does not die does not have life. Immortality is a bitter curse."
"That doesn't mean you can't make good with it."
"Alright, I'm sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations. I realize my mistake. But I'm tired. I don't want any more second chances. I think it's time I leave this world."
"I didn't expect that answer at all."
"Well, I've been here for over 500 years. You didn't think I'd get perhaps even a little wiser?"
"I do not doubt you. I am happy that you have realized the mistake you have been making for the past 500 years. I only wish you'd realize it earlier, when you still had the will to change things."
"You're right. I was blinded by my rage. I needed you to explain everything. To make things clear."
"Sadly, yes. Are you sure you want this?"
"There's no way to go back to the start, is there? To fix everything where it began?"
"I can do that, son, but no soul deserves that kind of second chance."
"Right. Let me be at peace."
"I'll take you to the place you received your curse. You'll know what to do when you get there."
I took him to the bridge where he jumped. Without a word, he shook my hand, stood over the end, looked up, and smiled. He jumped, this time at peace, and this time, he wouldn't wake up on the bank of the river.
The boy didn't know…he could've walked back to his home and changed everything. But I guess the boy was too tired. He had lived for far too long.
*This is the narrative form for a one-shot comic I wrote last year for the comic magazine, Chernila #3: Time. I said I wouldn't but I am desperate for a story at the moment, and I have no time to write one. I would like to express my deepest apologies for cheating tonight. I was out for the day with my family and spent the hours I had at home accomplishing a pile of schoolwork. Rest assured, everything will resume as normal tomorrow. It's been a rough weekend, and I need to sleep as I have classes tomorrow. Take note, though, that this story is an indefinite placeholder and I may replace it with another story soon enough; I may even replace it tomorrow. Again, I apologize, and I hope this never happens again.