Nirvana
The youth was unhappy with life, and being in such a situation, filed a complaint to God. God, being the merciful and loving creator he is, acknowledged this complaint, and arranged for one of his most diligent angels to put everything back into working order.
'Three desires' the angel said to the youth 'three desires of your choice is the gift God has bestowed upon you. Choose wisely, for one's life does not last forever.'
'My first desire' the youth declared 'is for fame and fortune, for fame makes one live eternally, and prosperity makes it more idyllic to endure.'
'Are you sure?' the angel asked.
The youth nodded and so it was done. He was made rich and famous, and soon forgot about the angel, and how he became to acquire his good fortune.
'Your second desire?' the angel questioned the youth, five years from before, in almost the same circumstances.
The youth was lying on the dirty pavement, a flask of whisky in one hand, a crucifix in the other; his body exposed to the world through torn rags – a remembrance of his former life.
The youth remained silent, watching the angel watching him. The angel spoke once more:
'Fame and fortune are only temporary things, and can never make you truly happy. Temporaryism is the Black Plague and Jesus of this age. It wounds mercilessly and situations can never be turned back to what they were. Child, you have two desires left, choose them carefully, for your life will not last forever.'
The youth sighed, squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes, and answered love.
The angel asked once more: 'Are you sure?'
'Love ceaselessly exists, and the affections of another will put an end to the wretched life I lead now.'
The youth wanted, and so it was done. He was in love, and once again became oblivious to the world, the angel, and God Himself.
'Fifty years' said the youth, now and old man 'Fifty years since I saw you last.'
The angel nodded, acknowledging his declaration. The ancient was now sitting in a feeble chair, his face bathed with his tears. Near him stood a metal bed and mattress; a motionless body lay. In his creased hand, he held another; this hand was cold and stiff, the fingernails turned a deathly blue.
'I called you here' the ancient continued 'for I am truly miserable. I knew it long that this state of affair would occur, and for a very long time I have tried to prevent it. Prevent it no more, I shall. I have lost my one true happiness that I held. I am lucky though, I have lived, and I have loved. The only things I have left as a remembrance of the life I had are my memories, and the product of my life is now my old age. I have called upon you angel, for I want my last desire, for I know this desire will make me truly happy, and it will last for eternity.'
'Your last desire?' the angel asked.
'Death' wheezed out the old man 'I want death.'
'Are you sure?' the angel asked, this time not conferring to the brief passing of one's life.
'Death' replied the ancient 'it will unite me with my creator, and with my love.'
'And this time' the man whispered to himself 'I know it will last forever.'
The ancient wanted death, so Gabriel was summoned for, and he was taken away from the materialistic world he loved so dearly.
'You were right' the ancient said to the angel 'this was the one desire that I feel truly happy with.'
'I did not say that' replied the angel.
'But you meant it' was the faint reply.
The End
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