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The Wall
Posted on: Thursday, September 11, 2008 Posted at: The Wall
hi peeps again. another lame story. To me, I think this new story is worse than the 1st one. It's sort of... out of point? it's just my opinion though! so ppl do provide me with criticism! LOL.
The Wall
I could never get along well with my friends. Each one of them is ever inferior to me. There was always a wall between my friends and I. It was always difficult for me to communicate with them. Not because I couldn’t but because they wouldn’t. Some claim that it was my over-confidence that made me friendless. Others said it was my cold shoulder that shook them off.
On second thoughts, what was the wall that was erected a long time ago? All this while, I blamed my wall for causing all the loneliness I ever had. I never recalled my childhood. Did I even have a childhood? I only remember the money that was made my friend. Money was always there for me. I was rich, my parents were rich, my family was rich. People always say that money can never bring you far. Ironically, money makes the world go round. So which is it, I pondered all these years.
Was it my plain ignorance to my surroundings that was the result of the wall? Was it the contradicting life I always had that was the result of the wall?
My friends often stuck close to me. They were stuck to my wall. Not because I was lonely, but because I had the money. Ever I started to attend school, I had 2 occupations – A student and a banker. All the long, I stretched out my right arm at least 20 times a day, with cash summing up to $50 per stretch. My chauffeur used to say I was a cash register. Eventually, I realised my right arm over-exercised. My left arm muscle was not proportional to my right arm muscle.
I knew what to do.
I used my right arm to do something that few have done. To break my wall.
You can do almost anything with the right side of your body. The basic thing to do was to shake hands, with my right hand. A quarter of the wall was broken into pieces. Then, I carried to patting on the back of my friends who needed emotional counselling. Another quarter demolished. Finally, I did the best thing I could ever do. I donated to charity, using my right hand to pass the cheques to the different organisations. The third quarter of the wall was finally removed.
Now, all I had to do was to cross over the wall, beyond the boundaries of my life. I was proud of everything I had done with my right arm. All this would not have happened if my wall did not exist.