"...to indulge their appetites they have done away with their own selves." *
{Peace}
I was raised in the bosom of wealth and privilege.
It gave me a cushioning---a buffer between me and the nastiness of the world.
I think I learned a few "higher" ideas because I wasn't wallowing in the muck...
I wasn't planning on breaking with my family; but, some of my views were radically opposed by my father---I fought back---I was disinherited...
{Justice}
I found a job with a Movement that needed constant funding---I appreciated what they were doing (helping folks...)---I knew people---I found them their money (and, made quite a bit for myself in commissions).
I wasn't planning on being issued an injunction; but, my overzealousness raised alarms---people who knew my father made complaints...
I was forced to find less productive work...
{Unity}
I became a salesman---selling whatever promised high commissions.
Taste and ethics didn't matter---high commissions did.
My small group of friends disappeared---well, I wasn't able to be there to entertain them, which made them reconstruct their social patterns....
{Love}
I became richer than my father.
I paid to obtain new friends.
I formed many Movements---"Foundations" that earned me more than what all the beneficiaries of the Foundations got.
I only worked for "certain", very private people...
I eventually became a recluse...
I, eventually, lost all hope...
...
My worldly education is over.
My next act will be to erase my existence...
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* Quote from 'Abdu'l-Bahá
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