1 Chapter 1 | Reincarnated From Vanity

"Omnes Est Vanitas" such is the Latin that stands for {All is Vanity}.

Surely that was what I shortly after my unfortunate death.

If I had to describe it frankly, it was... omniously equal.

Whether the rich or poor, young or old, wise or even a fool; in the end isn't it just all the same?

Death greets all equal.

Life is a short journey and full of regrets.

And till the end of it, aren't just all matters vain?

The ignorant of the blessed and the trauma of the cursed.

I once had a respectable job, a CEO of development in a chemical manufacturing cooperation, {Yamasa}.

Well though none of it matters no more since...

But till then, mind staying around hearing my story?.... whilst it last?

My childhood was a distant tragedy...

Raised from only by my single mother; my father has left her behind, a stable income a pipe dream.

Not much is needed for an explanation.

Strangely however, I never resent my father,

... though perhaps because I never had time to.

He was alike a stranger, I didn't knew him.

I was not obliged to him, neither was him unto me

Other than the biological father and son relationship, we had nothing that could bridge.

Study, study, and more studing... That was my curse from a young age, my ambition that reached the ceiling;

a fulfilling role in society so that I may repay my debts to my mother.

The impression of my mother for a good and old age came to mind.

Most students my age were preoccupied with worthless things that didn't matter, while I focused on competing for the top rankings.

Assuming that within with my tireless efforts, that I may delight in success.

Though known throughout my life as a branded introvert, I was recognized as a valuable honor student.

Peers seek out to me regardless of intention, and I would be inclined to consider that a plus.

Quickly after my graduation, I was hired to a cooperation, where there I work till the dawn of my life subsequently.

Monotonous...

There came great grief regrettably,

... mother passed away before I could made any honourable position,

And that... I lament to failed repaying her.

Could've made her proud....

Her only boy is an honorable man now.

Then life went on by and so then the funeral was long due.

Left with my own devices, I held still true to my only past principal;

to work hard to obtain a fulfilling life.

What's fulfilling?

Maybe because I was considered a inspiration or an fine role model, but I was cared and worked on notably by my seniors and juniors in return.

Work hard for the company, and don't let anything go any less then perfect.

Hard working, complexity, formalities, service, perfection

Unending, relentless, rest unheard of.

With great ambition and will, I always chased perfection relentlessly to achieve every promotion, ignoring things that stands in my way, that's where I placed my worthless pride.

Not so much as money concerned, bonuses are a great meter stick for the competition.

While years passed by, little by little so did I climbed up to the upper echelon

And eventually before I knew it my comrades had already gave a bottle of sake; celebrating my 60th year birthday.

I.... Am already at the submit now, and what did I gained from it?

Nothing... Just an empty void that awaits me

Look straight through me...

Mother had already passed on, I have no family....

Who knows where father is;

I hope he might have had a proper burial done for him as well.

Having no heir to pass on; I've passed my blossom age,

I'm already a CEO; any further and it would be a miracle.

And all my subordinates?

They all are probably many generations younger.

No beating around the bush, I know reality

It's basically a matter of time before I'm replaced by a younger candidate and off to retirement I go....

My wander in imagination land had halted....

An another endless night; rechecking employee's documents and reports.

As if this day was like any other.

Till little do I know...

The lights went out.

Was it a black out?

May that be unusual...

Did a earthquake hit a power plant?

I attempted to search my pocket somewhere

Standing up I and checked my smartphone, except it wasn't there...

Actually....

?

In fact nothing really was there, my shirt, the wall, the ceiling, and even the night sky that pierce from the glass window was pitch black...

My body?

Sela~

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By

J.J. Kusuma

27/12/2017

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