An Achievable Goal

The short story of a guy who gives himself a big life-changing goal.

You can’t have a life worth living without having some kind of goal.

That’s what Mathew’s mum told him years ago, back before she died in the accident.

Now Mathew stood thinking about his life at the side of the big bridge, wondering if he ever had a life in the first place.

He never had a goal in life. At least not a big one.

When he was five, his goal was to save up fifty pence to buy a chocolate bar.

When he was thirteen, his goal was to save up enough cash to buy a decent computer.

When he was sixteen, his goal was to get good grades.

Of his little goals, they all lacked in the life-changing department.

He did have one big goal, when he had finished his GCSE’s and was thinking about what to do next: become a pilot.

It was a stupid goal, because he had nowhere to start with it.

He spent the next two years getting the grades he needed to join the RAF, for he had no money to pay for a private license. This was a stupid decision.

He hated the courses he chose.

He hated the clubs he joined.

He hated that he was doing all this just so he could increase his one-percent chance of becoming a pilot.

In the end, he hated his goal, so he gave up on it.

Now, he was left with nothing to do.

As a hobby, he wrote; maybe he could do that for money.

He was a bad writer.

Art was always interesting to him; he could learn and sell paintings.

He was a terrible artist.

Perhaps he could just settle for a desk job; at least it would be something.

He never made it past interviews.

At this point, he was heartbroken. No matter where he went, he couldn’t get something to work towards.

Sure, his goal could be to get a job, but so far that wasn’t working out.

Back to today, he found himself still stood at the edge of the big bridge.

He remembered the bridge used to be over a large river, but it ran dry years ago. Now, hard clay waited for him at the bottom.

Here, he set himself a big goal, a life changing goal, one that he would finally achieve.

He jumped of the edge, and waited to see if he could make it to the bottom.

Author's Note

I had a pretty depressing day, so I wrote up a little character in my mind and made him have one too. Sorry if anyone finds this offensive or too depressing, but writing helps me clear my head.