Day 46 - Part 1 - Writing a Bestseller.

I call it "Breaking Boundaries"...
Just because that could be a suitable title for any kind of book ;)

I went off to search someone who’d believe me. To find the one who could see the possibilities. I decided that my life was not only too boring, but also too empty to live. Every now and then, I’d have great days – hanging around with my friends, having a party, doing something big. I’d stay up all night, fall asleep in an unknown house, after being with an unknown woman. I’d be drunk, hooked up, hung over and worn out. I’d have forgotten all about my perfect day, my wonderful night, and all I’d be remembering is how the hell I’d be getting home, without money or a car. All that’s ever left is the bittersweet aftertaste of knowing you did something memorable, but forgetting what exactly you did.
I had bad days too. Actually, most of my days were terrible, sitting behind a weathered desk inside a grey office, day in, day out, sorting papers without noticing what they were about, making calls with annoyed people, trying my best not to fall asleep and be in time. I had an angry boss, bored colleagues, long hours and too much spare time, which I spend behind my computer, playing virtual card games and listening to the bad music that my neighbouring colleague send me by e-mail. I used to have a book or two scattered around the place, but since I’m not much of a reader, I took them back home again to leave them slouching in one of my empty shelves.
My house, too, was nothing spectacular. I had a tiny apartment, on the ninth floor of a building without elevators, consisting of an open kitchen, a joined bedroom and bathroom, and a two-part living room. The floor was wooden, the walls were white, and the roof leaked. In the living room I had an old, grey sofa, an old-fashioned TV on an empty wooden box, two half-empty open cupboards with a couple of unread books, a few candles, two or three CD’s, a radio, a small toolkit and some empty bottles of wine, a wooden table with a broken computer on it, a lamp, some windows and two chairs. The kitchen was even emptier, with only the basics for cooking and three plates. My fridge was filled up with beer, a carton of milk, some meet and a salad. Rice was installed on the kitchen unit, there were some food rests on the floor, the trash bin was loaded and a dirty pan was placed in the sink. The bedroom had a single bed, a tiny wardrobe, a bedside table, two lamps and a hole where once a door was placed to enter the bathroom. The bathroom had a shower with broken tiles and some green stuff on the walls, a sink, a mirror on a cupboard and the smallest window I’ve ever seen. Everything I needed to survive.
I had no girlfriend, no siblings, no pets and no goal. My parents were sweet and caring, but old and imprisoned in a house for the elderly, locked up in a room with bright pink walls, a green carpet and lots of old people in wheelchairs. I used to visit them once a week, but by that time it had faded to once every two months. In the weekends, I spend all day in the “park”, a big garden with a small pond, a few trees and some benches, surrounded by flats and other big, ugly buildings. I sat there whole days, feeling the sun on my skin or watch people walk by. I ran a few laps to keep up my health, and then walked back home. And when it rained, I sat at home, on the sofa, watching TV, ordering pizza and going to bed early.
I kept telling myself that I needed a hobby. But after working from 8 to 10, I was too tired to think of anything. And the weekends were too lazy to even imagine thinking of a hobby. Even my holidays, spend on the campsite just outside town, were no inspiration for me to ever make something of my life. And all the while I was just repeating the same pattern, earning more money than I ever needed, spending lonely days at home, falling asleep late, getting up late, boring weeks and lazy weekends. It was the kind of life even the most uninteresting person on the Earth would think of as boring. And when even my best friend told me I wasn’t getting any better this way, I decided this was it. I reached my bottom, the end of the fall. That one day, calling my best friend to ask him about his life, I turned my world around. I made the best decision of my life.