The other day I decided to sell my soul. The following morning I awoke draped in gold. At that point I knew my soul was gone. I could feel the emptiness inside of me. At the same time knew I could have anything I wanted in life. One doesn’t sell his soul to deal with the ordinary troubles of a normal life. One sells his soul knowing that great things will come his way. I continued to lie there in bed, patiently calculating my next step. Thinking clearly seemed harder than ever but I didn’t have to think. Everything was so clear, anything I did from here on out would result in gain.
I finally stepped out of bed. When my feet hit the floor I felt like a brand new person. It was like I didn’t know who I was before. I had no goals, I had no luck, I was running in place. Things were different now. After I ate the first breakfast of my new life, I called to quit my job. Afterwards, I made my way to the closest casino. I felt unstoppable, everything I touched seemingly turned into gold. I knew why but I didn’t expect things to work so quickly. I was winning large amounts of money in short periods of time. I walked out of that place with money falling out of every pocket. I went on a long walk so I could take time to embrace what had just happened. On my walk, every girl I passed had an eye for me. I knew I could have any one of them at any time. Nobody would ever think I sold my soul for instant success, to them I was just the luckiest man alive.
I still couldn’t decide on what my next big move was. Not knowing what else to do, I returned home. I sat there and tried to think but I just couldn’t. I guess I didn’t know how to think now that I had this new found glory. I spent so much time thinking about how to be successful that now that I had that success I didn’t know what to think about. My actions today felt like they were controlled. I didn’t regret selling my soul. I figured most people would do the same if they were presented the opportunity. As time passed, I started to feel lonely, more lonely than I’ve ever felt in my life. I tried to ignore the feeling but the more I tried to do that, the more lonely I felt.
I had to reach out to someone before these feelings drove me insane. I picked up the phone and called my brother. He told me that I sounded different. I just told him I was having a really good day. I knew that my brother could feel whatever it was I was going through now that my soul was absent. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it. He told me to never call him again. I knew I should have felt upset or worried but I didn’t feel anything. I then decided to call my mother. She was just as unhappy as my brother. Telling me that I’ve changed for the worst. It was like they knew I had nothing inside of me. She quickly hung up. I sat there in confusion as for I couldn’t understand why my family had turned their back on me so quickly.
I sat there in that chair, staring at the phone. I tried to conjure up any emotion I could but for some odd reason I just couldn’t. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I had a pocket full of money and every ounce of luck on my side. I don’t know how someone with so much luck and instant success could feel so unlucky. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I thought the result of selling my soul would ultimately secure a spot in hell for me. What I didn’t realize is that my soul controlled my emotions and my relationships with the people I cared for the most. Without it, I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t have a relationship with anyone. I had sold any chance of true happiness in exchange for material things that I couldn’t even appreciate. I thought selling my soul would bring me so much success and money that I would be forever happy. Without feelings, that would never happen. Without my soul, without my family, without my feelings …. I have no reason to live.