Why am I Alive?

Chapter Six

"Can I come in?"

I asked, as I peeked through the door to the principal's office.

"Isaac, you're always welcome"

"Good morning" I said, as I closed the door behind me

"So, what have you got?"

"Umm, I piled up the poems you wanted me to read and, yup, here is my article" I said.

"Sit down, I'll just read it. By the way, I'm still waiting for those five pages, I asked you to write , you're already a month late"

"Good things take time," I said.

"Wow, you're telling me that" he stared at me.

"No I'm just saying that there's always a possibility for something good"

"Of course, there is, I'm glad that you're looking for possibilities"

"I'm glad too. I guess"

"By the way, the editor of the magazine called me yesterday, he was literally shouting at me. We've been friends since high school, so that explains the literal shouting, anyway, he's planning to highlight you asa writer, and I'm talking about a huge thing here Isaac"

I looked at him, aware of the opportunity thrown in my way. "I... Thank you" I said, clearly out of words.

"No need to thank me, it was not me, it was you"

He looked at me, waiting for me to say something, but I was blank.

"Isaac, there's a lot that you can do, there's a lot inside you and you just have to put it out, you're capable of a lot of things, you can do what you want and you're at that stage of your life where you can just reach out for something and get it"

"Thank you" I said again.

"There is a lot to die for, but there's much more to live for" he said "You are at that point of your life, you have, let's assume; no one standing behind you, no one at your back, at this stage you can do whatever you want and when you fall, no one falls with you, this is the time when you can be anything, try everything, without failing anyone"

"I...I don't know if that's even possible"

"Everything is possible"

"Not when your possibilities end"

"They never end"

"Everything has an end"

"Only after you're dead"

"Being alive is a worst death for a lot of people"

"No"

"Consider a mother, who lost her only son, the only child, one night he goes out, the other night his head drenched in blood returns home.

A very good, obedient son he was, he died, the worst death"

He looked at me,

"Or consider this, the mother dies, or everyone he had ever known dies, or..."

"Isaac, stop... I..." He interrupted me, then was at loss of words.

"People die" he said "but life goes on!"

"You're like the rest of the world, to consider that woman alive" I said "she'd be dead, similarly people lose stuff, precious stuff, and they die, just like that. BOOM! Breathing is not living!"

He held his head in his hands and stared at me.

"I feel like you're the principal and I'm the student here"

"I'm sorry"

"No, I'm just glad that you've got the capacities."

"I... I don't, I'm nothing compared to you"

"That's the thing, you stay on the ground and talk about how you flew in the skies!"