Arcade is not my happiness anymore

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One day,
When my depression hits me,
I go to an arcade,
Hoping I could get happier playing there, as what I used to do when I'm still a kid,
I haved change my 500 worth of money (that 1 week allowance!) to tokens,
Then I start playing, I play different kinds of game, I haved won and lose lots of game, but when My tokens starting to run off, I then realized my purpose on going there, to be happy, then I reflected, Am I really happy wasting my money to arcade games? No. I was only blinded to the idea of winning something, something that doesn't really give me happiness but just an simple item that reminds me of winning,
I don't feel happiness at all, what I feel is being desperate, to win the game to not to lose my money, and then I stop playing, and give the remaing tokens to children there, and then I go back home straight to my room and I let my thoughts wrap me.
Then, it came to me, maybe that's what most rich people are nowadays, they were seeking for contentment and happiness but in the process of seeking it they fell to the trap of being desperate and greedy for something,

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