'Where there is a will, there is a way they said. All men were created equally they said. Hard work fruits efforts they said. But is what they said true ? Are we all really the same? Why do some of us get born rich and others poor? Why are some of us healthy and others not? We are all not the same but there is something we all have in common... Death, that is the final end game.'
Sitting on his exquisite golden chair, the young man swallowed the fine-aged wine as he thought of all this things. He had it all , money ,wealth, power, women, fame and everything a young man could think of. Yet, despite having all these things his heart felt empty and lonely. They said money could by happiness , but could it? He was not happy and neither was he sad, all he could feel was a deep sense of emptiness. "It's all vanity"
Vanity, that's what it was. Laughing self-deprecatingly Trevor, the young man stood up from his grandious chair and walked towards a beautiful glass window. Of course, if he had spoken such words to his past self, he would curse himself and think of his future self as a rich fool who couldn't see the value of money because he had it. He couldn't blame his past-self either for, he was right.
Even so, what is the point of having all the money in the world if you're not alive to enjoy it ? A stifling silence encompassed the room. Trevor's face was a mix of sorrow and understanding that came with all the riches he had. Soon, the door to the majestic room opened and an old man wearing a black double-breasted suit walked in. The old man was Trevor's butler, he had come to bring the young master his prescribed medicine.
" Thanks for coming Mr. Ben"
The old man seriously studied Trevor's face as he set the drugs on a table near the young man. Then, with practiced ease, he bowed.
" It's my duty young lord.... You're condition is worsening, should I get the doctor?"
Smiling , Trevor looked at the old man. His eyes were deep and emotionless. They were the eyes of someone who had accepted their fate. They were the eyes of someone who had seen how it was all going to end.
" No doctor can save me now, it is too late for me... and you know it too."
As he answered, Trevor swallowed down the drugs with his fine-aged wine. The old man man's visage was somber, the weight on his heart was as heavy as the chilling silence in the room. He was old and wise and out of all the people he had met, he had never once met a man like Trevor. He respected him.
"Tell me Mr. Ben , what is more valuable, is it life, or is it wealth?"
The old man remained silent , and so did Trevor. Looking at the old man before him, Trevor felt bitter ,he knew he would never know how it felt being old. Then a throbbing pain engulfed him making him fall to his knees. He was bleeding, he was dying. Yet in the midst of the pain a flame of determination combusted.
Mr. Ben helped Trevor to his grandious seat. He was about to leave to call for help but the young man stopped him. As blood came out of his nose, Trevor looked at the old man as his voice broke the silence.
" My time has come Mr. Ben, there is no need to call for help for there is no one who can help me, all I ask of you now is your ear, listen to me, listen to my final words, make sure the whole world hears them."
Wiping the blood away from his mouth, Trevor looked at the old man and laughed for the last time.
" I'm at death's lobby my life hasn't been a fulfilling one, Wealth and power awaited my call but in the end they couldn't save me from the clutches of death, therefore...don't throw your life away as it is more precious than any amount of wealth in this world...thankyou Mr. Ben.. for ....eve...everything" With those words , the young man breathed his last.
The young man's body sat on the majestic golden chair, a cup of fine aged wine on it's right hand. As the old man looked at the corpse before him, a tear dropped from his old eyes making way down his wrinkled skin.
" Good bye young lord, the world has lost a great man today... your final words will be heard...by.. the whole world"
In the dark majestic room of the young lord, Prince Trevor the III , the tranquility was broken by a muffled cry. Soon the cries intensified as more and more people walked inside the room. Not long after, the whole palace was mourning. It was a night of great loss. But in their hearts, the last words of the prince ringed again and again. What is more precious? Is it wealth, money, fame or power? Or is it health and life?