So here’s a little short story I began working on during my free time. This is just the prologue and hopefully there’ll be more to come. I decided to veer off from the usual fantasy-epic pieces I usually practice with and go for this. Without spoiling anything, I’ll say this; it’s not non-fiction ;)
What I’m about to tell you is the incredible story, one of a man who decided to break free of mundane life and begin his own Life. This is a story of rebirth from within the grey ashes of regular human life. But what is this human life and why am I repeating it so much? Well, human life is the standard issue of life for most people. It’s the small silver sedans everyone has, like khaki pants, or like the iPhones. I don’t have anything against iPhones, and I think they’re a great feat of human ingenuity and engineering. However I see them as bland, run-of-the-mill, dull, regular, unmalleable, typical and ordinary.
With the way I characterise it, it sounds like an incredibly boring life. And if someone else were to try and describe it, it would probably not sound as dull. And that’s fine. Some people like that daily routine. Maybe they enjoy living a stable life. After all, it’s far away from war, it protects you against diseases and it insulates you from extreme poverty (most of the time). It offers you food, drink and shelter. It allows you to meet people, co-workers and a few friends. The money it provides you with allows you to settle down with someone else, maybe start a family. That’s all okay, and I respect whoever wishes to live a life like this. But this story is about a man who didn’t find it enough. He didn’t know it, but he wanted so much more than what he had. Living to work and working to live? Much more than just that.
“Contentment is the secret to happiness.” – Arabic proverb
Brick Morter was a satisfied employee. He worked as a low-level manager for Corporation Incorporated. What did the company do? Well, through the deals brokered by mediators in the stock market, and using the trends of the economy, with t-bonds as a gauge to evaluate the performance of the options market, assured that accounts receivables in listed limited liability companies followed regulations to allow their equity be as fair as possible. At least that’s what the mission and vision of the company said. When asked about what he did, Brick just answered, “You know, business and what not and what have you.”
His daily routine was always sorted out in his smartphone calendar:
Wake up. Commute. Work. Have lunch. Work. Finish working. Commute back. Have dinner. Look at funny pictures on the Internet. Sleep.
His job paid him well enough though. His salary was average, and his satisfactory performance often allowed him to get multiple bonuses every year. He didn’t have to share his income with anybody else either. At 34, he still wasn’t married but he had a girlfriend; nothing too serious, and she had her own job, so she paid for her own stuff. He had the kind of salary that allowed him to drink fancy imported French water few times a week with minimal impact on his budget.
One of his things his girlfriend always called him out on was his wardrobe, “Why am I looking at twenty shades of grey here! Grey suits, white shirts, black ties and black shoes. Why don’t you get any colours?” To which he’d answer, “It’s just not professional, honey. I once tried a navy blue suit and it made me look like a clown!”
All in all, he was happy. Well, that’s what he thought. There was always a small, ever-so-tiny feeling, deep inside that constantly nagged him. This insignificantly small nudge that wouldn’t leave Brick alone. He didn’t know what it was, but one thing’s for sure, he had to suppress it. He didn’t need this sort of negativity in his life. He was…happy?