chapter 1
He spoke beautifully. Carefully. Like every word had to earn its place.
Smart, if you say smart. Educated, if you say educated. Polished enough to be hired if that’s all it takes.
But tell me Would you hire him?
Or would you send that cold message everyone sends:
We will contact you if necessary.
He reads. He thinks. Too much, maybe.
But today he’s not thinking.
He’s on strike.Same job. Same suit. Same routine.
Every day, like a photocopy of the last.
He exhales slowly.Could today be different?
Maybe he should go to space.Yes space.
Talk to Martians about how boring Earth has become.
Or maybe something simpler.
Maybe he should talk to a wise man.
Someone who understands life beyond schedules and deadlines.
The choice is yours.You are his guiding angel.
Will you help him?On the way to work, he sees an old man.
Dirty clothes. Unshaven. Forgotten by the world.
He stops the car.Steps out.
Are you alright?
The old man laughs.Do you care?
Of course I do.Then give me ten cents for coffee.
You thought this was a wisdom story, didn’t you?
Relax.It’s not here to teach you.
It’s here to disturb you.
Take it, the young man says, handing him coins.
“I’d like to help you more.The old man smiles strangely.
Then listen.A pause.
I’m not really homeless, he says. I change my life every week. This week I’m wise.
The young man frowns.I’m not Neo. And you’re not the Oracle.
Exactly, the old man says. You’re something worse.
Unhappy.Silence.
Stop measuring everything, the old man continues. Live like a poet. Not like a calculator.
The words hit deeper than expected.
Maybe… the young man whispers, I should write. Create something.
Then do it.You.Yes, you.
Will you help him?
Or will you let him go back to sleep?
That day, he went to space.
And came back.Different.Alive.
