The Gambit

“I’ve never thought about that”. He said in a mysteriously voice. He cried a couple of hours ago without any reason. He was 30 years old. “I’m waste, and I cannot keep trying”, he thought repeatedly, without finding any voice of consolation. “You have to think positive, if you cannot at least do that you should go to a psychiatrist” his mother frequently replied to him while outbursting in anger about his situation, “but I don’t see any problem! that’s the problem! I just don’t want to be medicated and set into a straight line! Ups and downs are part of the human nature!” he said losing his temper, “I cannot help you, it’s all your fault, if you don’t like to be here you just have to leave” she said, “it’s not that easy, I don’t know where to go, I’m worthless, I cannot survive by my own” he quietly sigh to himself and returned to his childhood bedroom while lying on bed, and putting his headphones and immersing himself in a deep melancholia while listening to Ambient 1 / Music For Airports by Brian Eno on youtube. He thought briefly about how amazing the internet was, how easy was to get all the stuff that he liked with just a click, how convenient his savvy knowledge about computers have being so far, always bragging with his father about how smart he felt compared to other people who he described kindly as idiots at expense of his father