Bidding

He thought he would not survive for another day or one more day at least. This time he was on the verge of throwing in the towel a byzantine life he once learned to embrace, and wage war for thirteen thousand and eight hundred seventy days. One miss call a way could be the end of the line or the last part of his unembroidered journey in this erratic world filled with volatilities.

The noontime sun wasn’t that scorching hot and yet it weakened him harshly like he was so close to hell. He knew it wasn’t the heat but the pressure of life which left him struggling for subsistence – whether it would soon cause a confused mind or a dying soul ready to pull the trigger.

He was just too tired to resist another condemning idea and to look at the bright side of life in this anguish. He was so sick of pretending about each lie the future has in stored. It seemed like every reason to live was gone by the wind and so he could no longer give himself a shot to stay for more.

He has suffered so much more.

What a misery!

Six hours to his damnation was no difference to a ten-second countdown of kicking the bucket.  And so he had to sms and call someone, the first and only person should know about his agony before it’s too late. He did. Fortunately his friend heard his plead and made a promise to come soon to his rescue. Thanks goodness!

But hours and even days before that was another story – he was in gloom. Even though he tried every possible answer to get out of this desolation, yet nothing happened. Life stressed him out until he’s worn out – not even a hint of hope to see or a small voice of God to hear. Each single minute was a torment to endure.   

He is his only friend in this strange land – a person who never gives up on him and never will be – his help in small and in big troubles. His friend came an hour later and that’s when the bidding started.

“Is that how your life worth - a hundred and sixty dollar?” His friend asked.

“Yes, it is…for now!” He confided.

“I’ll pay for it and even higher. It’s just small amount and you deserve a life.” His friend said his final bidding.

“Sold! I’m your slave now. Thanks for saving my life.” He told his friend in gratitude.

Then they went off somewhere to settle what has just been bid so he can now have a fresh start – a new life, twelve hours before his birthday or else they will mourn for him on the day he was born (dancing into mourning).  

He has never bid his life for money or wealth or fortune in this world – not that he knows of. But destiny has just been very cruel lately which left him almost defeated. Thanks to another miracle although he gave up believing. And thanks to his only friend for saving him from this road he’s on. He owes him one.

“Life is beautiful!” he used to say this to himself for countless times like anyone else who believes in the splendor of every existence around. Amidst obscurity of life and the darkness it brought all through these years, he was hopeful still but not that day when he had to bid the price not even worth his life – he knew it he’s worth much more than that – so priceless.   

Reminding himself about his worth didn’t make sense anymore – to live in shame for eternity or take away his life were the options at that moment. He didn’t bid a single amount but destiny did and so his friend had to outdo that bid to save him.

For many years he used to believe that “life is truly precious” and he had to do every single chance to preserve it – do whatever it takes to behold life and have it to the fullest. But not in this less than a minute situation – when life’s a bitch and there’s no motivation left to win the race or die in the attempt. Now death is next in line and all he had to do was to ask the kind bidder – his friend and no else would do it for him.

And so he owes him his life big time.