Death of a Maverick

He opened his eyes. And he saw what he hadn’t. He opened his eyes and saw life. He opened his eyes and saw death. He pulled himself out of his slumber and realized what he was searching for did not exist. There is no paradise. There is only here, now, and then after the rest, death.

Mavrik Ader was just a man. If you had seen him on the street you wouldn’t think a lot about him. You would see a medium sized dark man., a stranger. And you would pass him by. He would probably do the same to you. After all there are more than six billion people on earth aren’t there? What makes this man so special? Was he wealthy? Was he intelligent? Was he famous? Was he strong? He was none I guess you could say he wasn’t special.

Being a man of habit, he did the same things everyday. He always did what his boss told him, no more, no less. He always did what the few friends he had asked of him. He ate the same foods went to the same places. He feared spontaneity and instability. His parents always told him, "Be responsible, and be dependable". Up until now he had always obeyed that command but in doing so he drained all excitement from his life.

Living when all the strings of his life were not his, one day made the middle aged man cry. Starting a business, writing a book, having a wife, having children, and having a house had once been his dreams. He had forgotten that. Letting himself be trapped by simplicity and tendency control of his life had left him. Why? Because he had been afraid of what would happen if he had left the path he appeared to be on.
He decided he would change. He decided that he would live his life as he wanted. When his boss asked him to work overtime on a Saturday with out compensation, he refused. When his neighbor asked him to baby-sit he refused. When a friend asked him to buy a hamburger for him he refused.

The next night sleeping, thinking another thought came to him. What if it was too late? What was he really changing? Nothing. What good was he doing? Should go back to the way things were. Should he go back to that hell? No. What should he do? He contemplated and then he thought, “Die” He went to the top of his apartment building’s roof and jumped.

He opened his eyes. And he saw what he hadn’t. He opened his eyes and saw life. He opened his eyes and saw death. He pulled himself out of his slumber and realized what he was searching for did not exist. There is no paradise. There is only here, now, and then after the rest, death.