While many people might believe that the world eventually settles for the better. It is not the case for the absolute majority of those in the world. Everyone lives in the hope that they will succeed either by a turn of fate, stroke of luck, or through abilities. But sometime in their lives, one has to comfort the truth. This is a message to everyone and particularly to you. You are most unlikely to succeed.
I am unlikely to succeed. When I confronted that truth there seem to be no reason for me to live. I am a loser. I should kill myself. So I went up to the roof. I left my will next to my shoes and looked down. It was pretty high enough to kill me. That was when I saw a dandelion struggling to survive between the bricks. And I began to think that my life is too valuable to be taken away like this so easily. So I came down from the roof.
The fact that I had nothing to eat or that I didn’t have a place to live in hadn’t changed at all. I almost thought about jumping off a bridge this time but then I saw that dandelion again. At first glance I thought it was just another wild flower. When I looked at it more closely, it seemed unexpectedly familiar. Although it was a crazy idea, the idea that the two flowers where exactly the same came into my head. Maybe this flower is not ordinary flower. Maybe it possesses magical abilities!
I kept examining the flowers for more than one day. The more I looked however; it seemed to be just a wild flower you can see anywhere. But since it was my life-saver I decided to water it. (it was summer and it hadn’t rained for days). When I watered the flower it suddenly shone brightly. Then I heard someone say “Hooray!!!” but didn’t notice that it came from the flower. It turned out that the flower was the genie from the magic lamp. The lamp was taken by a witch and the genie ended up in the flower.
“Thanks for telling me your story Alex” a woman says
“But oh… I can’t really remember what happened after that………..Genie talked to me and said………” a boy went on.
It was a small white room and the woman is writing down something very quickly. She smiles and says bye to the boy.
The boy came out into the street and looked back at the house with a dissatisfied expression.
“I don’t think she believed any of that” said the boy.
“Well who cares?” said a voice out of nowhere. A genie materialized on the boys shoulder.
“Yeah, who cares?” the boy shrugged and went home with the genie, hanging from his shoulder dangling its feet.
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