Fool’s Gold

by Yerica Hannah Ramos

The world was a vast playground until becoming part of modern society’s indefinite system of norms and social upbringings. Ten was the last time I laughed like a drain as I seized the remaining faces of congeniality I can’t even remember now As their faces faded, so did the beauty of people did in my sight.

A light purse is a heavy curse. For the ninth time, I heard and saw them throw ridicule into my mother’s face as if it did not stain, not imprint, not kill. Those days, somehow, did not kill me young, but each day made me old enough to feel something inside has been broken.

At 8 o’clock, the clock stroke the time our eyes first met, but as it ticked, it swayed the beating of my heart; and as it tocked, I drifted one-step away. At 7 o’clock the next day, without even completing an entire rotation, I gazed away without looking back.

For the sixth time, I told myself to stop looking at things that would keep me from propelling. Someday, I will become five times the people you were and will slap back with riches. Studying all night and working all day—years passed, only venturing into daring destinations

I entered the university with hopes and dreams. After four years, I left alone. No, I did not fail. I went out with flying colors, however, blind still eyeing for the God of commodities in hopes for my life to be given value.

Three years swiftly flew as I reached the peak of the mountain I once endeared as an oppressed I wiped the stains on my mother’s face and embellished it with bling This pile of dimes fulfilled my life’s hopes, but it filled it empty.

Now, I do not have to think twice when I want something; but all that glitters is not gold. As I looked back on my way here, I lost all the things I cared for the friendships, the love, the memories, and the feeling of being alive and existing.

One thing I learned it is not important how much money our possession cost, but how much money costs us. In the end, I only found out that money has cost me my soul, love, health, and happiness. At the peak, I felt my lowest. To my fullest, I felt the emptiest. Now, the world is just a graveyard watching people die every day as they live. I am no longer oppressed but still am.