Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Man Unfulfilled

Every once in a while ill board the bus and see a certain man. Well dressed shinny shoes suit case pressed tie the kinda guy you know that works at a corporate office. although he looked like he had his life together and all planed out, it seemed as if something was unfulfilled in his life almost as if he had to give up something just to make money. He goes by Chris or so I over hear when he will see one of his friends that happen to stumble by him ever so often. The people that engage him in conversation seem to be high school or college friends. They will say things like “I cant believe that you work in an office now” or “ gee I didn't see you doing this in the future”. After these comments he would just lower his head and answer softly “I know”. Chris looked to be about in his early 30s, he slouched and did not look anyone in the eye when he spoke to them. Whenever I would be on the bus and just happen to stumble upon Chris, he would sit in his same spot suit case over his lap tie pressed head lowered as to not cause attention to himself. One Friday morning Chris seemed to be in a hurry like he was late for work or he had forgotten something somewhere. As soon as the bus came to his stop he popped up and of the bus he went dashing away. He left his wallet... what kind of man would I be if I did not pick it up. As I had his wallet in hand and walked towards the bus driver a picture feel out of his wallet. The picture had him and 3 of his friends with longs blond wavy hair corduroy pants and a tie die shirt and those small circular shades almost as if right straight out of Wood Stock generation. On the back of the picture there was a short sentence it read “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality” John Lennon. It all came together after that, maybe in his own mind he had “sold out” or broke promises with the 3 friends in the picture whatever the reason may be I know why he seemed to be the man unfulfilled . 

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