Time never waits
In time, Mr. Death awaits us.
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“Do you want a piece of chocolate cake, Mr. Death?” I’ve asked, trying not to look at my corpse. I’ve arrived home, after ten long hours of work, and I needed something to cheer me up. What better than a cappuccino and a piece of chocolate cake? Well, it would be nice if I hadn’t choked on a piece of chocolate cake!
“Glad you asked. But no.” Said that entity that I assumed was the iconic Grim Reaper: no face, a skeleton with a dark robe and a scythe.
“Will someone find me?” Bad question. I could ask anything, but I was just worried about my dead body?
“Since you’re alone and your friends are used to you to stay away from contact, it will be only when your body starts to really smell.”
“Oh, that’s sad.” I didn’t know what to say. “May I stay a bit?”
“We don’t have the time.” I couldn’t know his expression, since he didn’t really have a face. “Your life is gone.”
“I just want to say goodbye.”
“Do you have anyone to say goodbye to? You know that you can’t do that.”
“I know.” I wandered without noticing, checking my corpse and that piece of chocolate cake that had fallen on the floor. That was my last moment: with food, alone, not even a dog or a cat. At least they would not suffer with me.
I went to my living room, searching for pieces of myself. No photos of family, since I didn’t care a lot about them or even friends. There was an empty room without a single puzzle that would say that I was happy. Was I successful? Yes, I had a career that I loved, and I spent a lot of my hours trying to get promoted, have a better status, and upgrade my life. And for what?
Today I’ve just lost my career and all they could say at my funeral was that I had a great job, and I was a workaholic.
Did I travel to see the world? No.
Have I gotten deep relationships in life? I don’t recall one.
When was the last time that I was smiling just for the pleasure of that? Did I ever do that?
“What are you doing? We need to go.” Said the voice of the Reaper.
