the choice

He stood by the pool. Gazed in through the layers of his life and saw the reflection that never lied. It was never about this. It was never meant to be like this. He himself was never meant to be like this.

The dreams were still there weren't they? Veiled by the thin curtain of reality, they held their own through the life that mocked them now. Yes, they were still there. And yet, should he reach out to them. He stood here...reflecting.

He was supposed to be happy today. He was living a dream alright. Problem was it wasn't his dream. It was the most magnificent dream. It wasn't the most beautiful dream. He was at the top today, but why then did it seem to him that he had hit rock bottom.

Life, it seemed, had dealt him a hand, a winning hand. It was the worst hand he could have gotten. It wasn't his hand. Poker faced he stood there and stared into the pool.

He had his future laid out before him, he had the most magnificent and decadent future to look forward to. He would rot in the brilliance of that future. He would have everything and be broke for it. He would never get above it. He would never ever look beyond the paper they put in his many accounts. He would never look beyond the paper and see the blank sheet he had left behind.

Money, they told him was everything. And it had sounded cheesy to his mind when his heart said otherwise. The world was spinning around it wasn't it. What good was imagination when you could have all that paper. Everyone he knew had dreams. They dreamt of paper. He just wanted to put his imagination on it. He just wanted to make world out of his words.

He measured his choices today. He measured David and Goliath today. He measured himself today, and he measured his worth, for it was about to be challenged.

How could he give up on those pleasures that paper bought? And how could he give up on the pleasures that the paper brought? It was a tough one ladies and gentleman!!! The trapeze artist was swinging one way and then the other. The audience watched open jawed. Where would he jump off to. Would he make it through . Oh, that way looked so much easier!!! And yet....

Today he stood here at the edge of it all. He could walk down that glittering path and embrace those glowing lights. OR he could turn around. He could take a deep breath, gather his deepest thoughts, hold them in a bundle of exhilerance, tie them up with the knot of uncertainty and jump into that dark abyss. He would land hard or he would float forever. The choice was his.

He could today become the president of this corporation and give up. And he could walk in now and give in his resignation on the first of many sheets he would write. Only this would not come from his imagination. This one would lead to it.

He bit his lip, shook his head slowly, smiled and turned around ...