The Old Economist

So instead of falling asleep in economics this morning, I decided to write a story. To ensure that I was not totally scandalous, I wrote about economics...same thing right...anyways without further ado...

The Old Economist

He sits down in dim light. His glasses are perched upon the bridge of his nose. His eyes have been strained from the many hours he has spent pouring over economic graphs and charts. He now sits in his brown leather armchair at his maple wood desk located in front of a blazing golden fire. A light blanket is draped over his shoulders because of the slight chill still in the room as a result of the drafty windows. There he sits now with his head resting in both his hands. The daily newspaper is spread out before him on his desk. His passion in life is economics evident by the tear that rolls down his check onto the paper smearing the black type into a smudge. In all his years as an economist, he had never expected this. Yes, he had studied events like this such as the Great Depression, but those had only been words on the page. This was real. The hard times of the economy was waiting for him right outside his own bolted front door if it had not already let itself into the cozy environment of the economists home. The economists. In rapture he had watched the news nobody else wanted to watch-the business news. He had spent all his years predicting the prosperity of this nation. And now it was gone. The strong columns he had supposed were supporting his nation's economy had come crumbling down. His soul felt depressed. His whole career and life had been built on that which now lay trampled on the ground. All that was left for him in life was to die, and he knew it was coming soon because of health problems in which the chance of recovery looked bleak. Only now did the realization of the emptiness of his life hit him. He realized he had not experienced life as he could have. The regret overwhelmed him, and more tears rolled down his face. These were not tears of concern for his nation though; these were tears of regret of the feeling of a wasted life. And as a strong gust of icy air blew in through a crack in the window, his head fell and hit hard the wood surface of the desk. His soul left him-the morbidly, lonely soul that even with his wealth of knowledge about life had forgotten to stop and live to the fullest. He had neglected to enjoy the greatest gifts of life such as life, love, and laughter.

Take Time To Smell the Roses In Life

In case you couldn't tell, economics is not my favorite subject. But this could have been written about anybody. It didn't have to be about an economist. Work is an important part of life. It is God-ordained, but it is not meant to be an all-consuming part of our life.