A Last Wish

It was Spring but there wasn't a single bird singing. Under the noise of blasting cannons, women and child screams, where only armed people were standing up...

It was Spring, but I was so cold... There was no wind, the sun was shinning, but I was feeling so, so sad... I could hardly breath now...

- Grandpa?

- Yes son? - emotional.

- Would you tell me a last tale please? I need one of your time tales, they make me so happy believing there was such a good time... - as his eyes lose their colour.

- Certainly my son... Once upon a time... Back on 21th century there was no World War, power conflicts yes, but no World War. People had the choice to be happy, people were free to choose. Water would be used without discrimination such as food and any other resource you would demand or simply want for no reason. Can you believe? By this time of the year you would hear birds singing... Oh... Such a wonderful melody... You would love it so much son... - taking a breath, letting his soul draw some tears away.

- Don't stop... Please... - ...

- On the gardens... You would see kids playing...

- How did they play?...

- Without special suits or masks... They were so free... So innocent... So, so happy... They could run free, smell fresh air... Ah... The fresh air... Not even close to this bottled oxigen son... Believe me or not son, even adults could play with them... They didn't need to hold a weapon for security... Noone needed...

- But... Grandpa... You told me once... You told me that much of... much of that people were unhappy...

- Yes son... Its true, but I didn't want you to know... I didn't want you to lose your dream...

- I dream every day with that good life...

- Son... On that time people had the choice to be happy, they had as most freedom as they could ask for... But this doesn't mean they wanted to be happy... Some of them did such bad things as we see today... Most of them suicided, got depressed, got health problems due to stress... On 21th century...

- Why?...

- It was their choice son... Perhaps they couldn't see they were so privileged...

- Grandpa... I don't mind... I don't mind dying... I don't dream anymore... Not anymore... I thought it was... Different... So... Different... - letting his soul fly at least.

- Sorry. - crying - Rest in peace my son...

Remember to look around and appreciate life, you would be much happier.
Stupidity death should draw near.