It’s not about being happy or sad, right or wrong, nice or mean and its not about the fact that I am not good (or read perfect) ; it’s actually that I am fine with being ‘Grey’.
Once upon a time called never, in a land of no where… there was a little boy; Adam. He entered the carnival, with lights flowing all along the sky and music and wine and people having the all the merry time possible on earth, he looked in his pocket. Adam had seven coins in his pocket, with seven coins he was not the richest man in his lands and so his quest for making the best use of them started. He entered a sweet shop and asked the shopkeeper what could he get for 7 coins. The shopkeeper who was a chubby man with bulldog mustaches gave him a broad smile and welcomed him.
“My little master, you can have a lot of sweets for 7 coins. How about this one over here? ” he pointed to a container full of color full candy. ” Or you can also try our specialty… over here… this one.”
Adam looked around almost every kind of sweet in the shop and said “Can I have all of it?”
The shopkeeper smiled and said “No, sir. You can only have any one.”
Adam dropped his shoulders and his eyes on the floor, “But when I’ll have one in my hands the other ones looks tastier than the one I have.”
“So, have you made a decision yet?” the shopkeeper who was understanding the problem the young boy facing asked him.
Adam shook his head in ‘no!’ and said, “Thank you mister. Perhaps I should look a better way to spend my 7 coins”
The shopkeeper waved him good-bye and wished him luck with a smile.
Next Adam entered a toy shop almost the same thing happened there. He purchased almost every toy once and then returned it within a few moments and picked another one. The toy maker who was not as sweet as the sweet’s shopkeeper soon lost interest in his not-so-possible customer and went no with his other work. Finally Adam decided that may be toys are not something these coins are made for. There he was almost 2/3rd of the day past; again on streets with nothing but what he brought. After trying a couple of more shops and still with no success Adam landed himself on a bench in the middle of this whole festival. The enthusiasm and excitement on the young pinkish face was fading away and the festival around him almost seemed like a mere chaos to Adam.
After a few moments an elderly man, “Almost my granpa’s age and like santa beard” as Adam would have said; came and sat beside him. Both smiled to each other, though Adams smile was more out of respect and just a formality unlike the courteous and loving smile the old man had on his face.
“What is bothering you, young man?”
“The coins I guess… I don’t think I deserve them.”
“And why do you think that? “
“I can’t even find a satisfactory way to spend them.” Adam told him the whole story how everything else looks so pretty and nice and tasty once he tries to spend them on something. The old man gave a wise-looking smile and said,”Only one man can help you with this”
Adam’s eyes brightened and he looked at the old man for the answer. The old man put his hand on Adam’s head and hustled his hair, “It’s you, look at other kids some of them didn’t even had as much coins as you have, still they are happy with whatever they can afford, It’s you; who have to choose to be happy or not to be, not the things you can have with those 7 seven coins.”
Adam thought for a long moment and stood up. Just before turning his back to the old-wise-man he said, “Sir, if happiness was just one of the two choices, no one would have chosen otherwise. I guess happiness is something you can and you should keep chasing all your life, before you start feeling too old, too tired and too wise. Until you decide to give up the chase and decide to settle for ‘whatever you can afford’ you should keep looking.”
Adam walked away and he is still looking for the perfect way to buy happiness of those coins. At times he feels a little lost, a little confused standing in the middle of the chaos with his hands in his pocket and eyes on the floor. But soon he again start wandering from shop to shop chasing what he might never have… happiness.
Nice to see you writing again Goofy … always have been a fan of your parallel connects with real life dilemmas and fiction.
Thanx…
… though i read it again and it has uncountable grammatical mistakes but i guess and i hope msg is delivered.
whats the point in buying happiness, when you can find it at every moment? try collecting them, or a way to store them, remember them for the time that comes might not allow you to have the same one again.
Amen.