Little Sebastian is only 5. He’s surrounded with friends he recently met at kindergarten, his wonderful family who provides everything he ever needed and loving love by all those around him.
Every new thing was a sight to behold, and boy were there many of them. There was only 1 universal gender as far as he was concerned. He could be the thief yet cook masak masak with his female friend, who happens to be the police. His smile is so pure and genuine from his joyful heart that even his eyes sparkled.
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At the age of 10, Sebastian starts to enjoy the world with new-found freedom & enthusiasm. Enjoying the outdoors with a bigger circle of friends and the attention and care of a proud, excited & expectful family. Fun was everywhere, in everything.
Girls in his eyes then were sworn enemies of the brotherhood meant to be disturbed. "They need to scream every 10 minutes to stay alive. But they are not screaming. Hmm.. ahh a worm, let me help them…" were his usual thoughts. Carefree in many ways as he was in his younger years, his smile now reaches from ear to ear with his slight yellowish teeth in full display. And the odd cheeky grin every now and then.
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It wasn’t long before Sebastian realised those black strings growing on his body all this while were actually hair. And he was normal and not going to die from a monkey infected disease. Now 14 going on to 15, Sebastian suddenly felt a different kind of feeling when looking at the opposite gender. His interest & curiosity grew as well as his …** and he thought hard and long …** in private he …**
** (trying to achieve U status so hence the censors - imagination will be required ^^ - dirty lot!)
He’s smiling. Oh yes, with a sly grin. And a blush. The world turned rosier. Pocket money and freedom in exhange for good grades. Nothing to worry about besides studying, except maybe his hair style. And how to get nearer to those nice looking individuals in skirts… hmm.. hmm..
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Time does fly, and he’s just completed his teenage years. His birthday was a blast- surprise parties & gifts and friends everywhere. Text messages, Multimedia messages, emails, calls, cards, etc, it was almost overwhelming. Down to the clubs for more fun. Booze and birds, this was life being enjoyed to its fullest. Sebastian was the centre of it all. He loved the attention, to feel belonged.
So what if he had a few broken hearts to show? Who doesn’t? He once gave his heart and all in the name of love only to be toyed and hurt. He has a trophy beside him now & with good grades, he was the envy of his buddies. His smile isn’t as wide as before, but it was firm, filled with self confidence & pride.
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Aged 30 with a stressed-caused pre-mature receding hairline, Sebastian knew this was an important stage in his life he needed to focus on. He needs to impress to move up the corporate ladder. Lick some shoes if he has to. Expenses are rising. A wife and a kid, with a second one coming along and due in 4 months, he knows he will even have to lick rear ends if that is what it takes to earn more money.
Ahh, if only he kept his libido in check 5 years ago. Blame the oysters and champagne. Friends are as common as dinosaurs. Maybe the odd call from one of them once in a blue moon - usually to seek help, ask something or to sell something. A weak smile is all he has to offer, putting up a brave front to anyone who bothers to look.
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Though in debt, having an affair with a junior trainee and getting high from whatever he can get his hands on to smoke and drink, Sebastian thinks he has finally made it at the age of 45. He’s no longer speaking with his wife and parents, his kids only see him once a month and he treats those wealth lickers, just like he was many years ago, as friends.
He buys a car he cannot afford, and lives a lifestyle that will see his legacy ruined. He’s come to the conclusion he only loves himself, he is God and everything is just about him and only him. The big smile is back, but behind it a hollow and gloomy shadow grows.
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Sebastian wipes a tear off his wrinkled face as he lowers the picture in his hand. His children will not let him see his grandchildren. This digital printout is all that he has left of his family. He’s stuck in a home, alone. His daughter-in law secretly visits every now and then, most recently last month during his 74th birthday. His mistresses have all long gone with whatever that was left of his small fortune. He smiles. A pure and genuine smile from his heart similar to the one many years ago when he was just a little child. He looks back on his long & eventful life. It’s too late.
-A pure fiction created to remind myself of the important things in life. - phiL -
"… And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years .. " - Abraham Lincoln -
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