25th
A short story about gold.
There I was; sitting at my desk living my life.
I was working towards a goal. Towards a new life. The life I always imagined. The life where most of my belongings were made of gold.
She was living in the moment. Living for her life right now. She owned very few gold things. She was standing in my office. She wanted to tell me something.
“I can’t live for things that haven’t happened. I can only live for what I know. I can only live for what is happening.” She said to me.
“I have spent my entire life living for things that haven’t happened.” I said to her. “I must continue.” I said to her.
“Then you will continue without me.” She said to me.
She walked out of my office and there I was; sitting at my desk living my life.
Visions of gold.
If only she could see all the gold I could see.
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