Too much a price for little ambition

He was standing on the roof top of a row house, this was where it had all started; it was only appropriate that it should end at the same place.

He stood with painful tears looking into nothing; he wasn't in the least embarrased about it though, right now he could careless. what would make a man cry? Is a man not meant to be bulletproof?.. weren't tears meant for the female beings only?

The man on the roof was a torn man and whereas tears came to give comfort.

He knew that all was gone. His life, his family, friends, everything he had once bragged of, everything he had once laboured for even " the money..."  what was the essence of having the luxuries of life afterall, without loved ones around to share it with?

He once had it all; love, happiness and even enough money to buy his world... He had acquired a lot over the years and had also managed to destroy them all within a year... It only took a year to destroy his years of sweat.

He knew the only thing left for him to do was to meet his creator and ask him himself why he had given him ambitions, he wasn't much of a believer, so he knew hell was out of the equation.

"What was wrong with a man having a little ambition? Don't we all want to move mountains? So what was wrong with me pursuing mine, what was wrong with just having a little ambition?" He screamed as he tugged at his polka dotted tie like it was suffocating him and he needed more space to air his views.

He knew the truth and his conscience made no effort to conceal it, there was nothing wrong with having ambitions but his had gone farther than that, it wasn't just a little ambition; his was a little bit too much to be called little.

"Tell me, am listening;" he laughed like a man who was just beginning to enjoy his first taste at insanity.

"Didn't mama tell me as a boy that I will be famous; how can I then be famous without having a little ambition and the guts to pull off  some of the necessary stunts? "

"Answer me, answer me eh..." he barked

"why won't you answer me? Ok, I know what to do"

Jack, knew the right thing to do, he had to end it all, he was fed up and wanted it all to be over soon.

Yes, he just had to jump he assured himself

"Yes that's what I have to do... "He told himself like he was just realizing for the first time that he was really talking about taking his own life.

He looked down in the dark and sighed some more to himself in regret, pain and acknowledgement.

He knew his story was over, at least in this life it was; he knew that if he could go back in time, he would do things differently, make different choices, right so many wrongs and lend his ears some more to advices.

He wiped his mouth with the white hanky he was holding and continued.

"I am a man and I must act like one even in the face of death" he prepared his mind.

As he let go, his jacket flying in the air like a kite. At that point he knew that death wasn't going to give him the answer he needed but at least it would grant him the peace he wanted.

Torrent of memories flooded in quick successions and he made sure to hold onto to the happy thoughts... His wife's pretty smile, his girls faces, all of them labouring to be seen.

As he hit the floor, his head coming first while the others tagged along.

It was quick, he was grateful that at least just this once his prayer had been answered.

He lay still with a wide smile on his face and at last the darkness brought him peace.

He had been a god, walked among gods; dined, laughed and even washed hands with gods.

What then would make a man who had the world at his feet take the cowards exit? Probably, a tale for another day.