The Boy Who Never Lived

He came to own a grand mansion just outside the city which he never lived in. A yacht he never sailed in. Rose bushes he never wanted. Land he never utilised. In truth, he wasn't even sure if he had the right to inherit the likes of these. Nor was he sure his father was really gone. Nor did he really care.

Growing up far away from family he never cared about, he had grown not to care for his loved ones, who did not love him any more than he loved them. In his mind, of course, he was totally justified. After all who would want to grow up in a safe and desolate part of a tiny world, bereft of the thrills of any kind of life? He never had the taste for the place, the fields he never played in, the stars he never gazed at, the clean he air he was afraid to admit he ever did breathe.

He had a staisfying job he never liked, a small apartment he never cleaned with affordable rent he never paid. Considering the possibilities, it could have been a lot worse! Atleast, he had the satisfaction of making it on his own. To him, life was about more than just life. It was about success which he never achieved, dreams that he never realised, ambition that he did not possess. He was a florid soul, full of the very zeal of hopelessness itself, given shape to by the almighty someone. Someone who thought it prudent to place one such as this boy in a world so full of boys just like his own self. He was addicted to the vile vices he never touched, love he never had and lies he never needed to say. Yet now, something inside him ticked more wildly than ever.

Maybe this inheritance was a gift after all...He could rebuild the mansion. Grander, more exquisite, more beautiful. He could face the sea with his yacht. He could plant more gardens on his land. Yes he would do it. After all, this was a fine plan he did not think up. He was a forlorn soul, lost amidst the realities of existence he never knew. He was not a man. He could not understand these complexities he was not meant to understand. He was, but a boy. No more. No more, no less. A boy who had done it all, yet done nothing. He had lived life in all its grandeur....He was the boy who never lived!