The Billionaire

When the old billionaire's father’s funeral ended, his son found him sitting alone on an old broken bench at the side of the graveyard in tears. Dad, he cried, what’s wrong? I know that you loved grandpa but I have never seen you in tears. Dad: I’m lamenting every second I’ve wasted my life making money. I was taught that money can buy you anything. Here I am, a multi-billionaire standing helplessly witnessing the burial of my father. I can’t buy him extra life, nor can I buy it for myself or for you. I couldn’t buy your mother’s love when she abandoned us. I couldn’t buy myself health when I was diagnosed with cancer. I’ve spent my life accumulating money and forgot to live life itself. I have never reached the moment at which I felt that I had made enough money. I’m a billionaire of nothingness. I’m poor in time, ability, love, and life itself. How miserable you are when you succeed in failing yourself.