My Life Story: from Everything to Nothing

I was wandering along the bridge of Pont Alexandre III in the city of Paris, France. The evening was somber and starless, making everything around me feel nostalgic. Around me were glowing lampposts and traffic lights, the triumphant Eiffel Tower, and overawed modern buildings. Somehow, that made me feel lost. The city was too big for me, which made me feel like a speck of dust being caught in a tornado. At that point, I learned that my personality had a big impact on my tragic losses. Nothing in life came free, but it was a price I couldn’t afford. I, as a person am very wealthy, venturesome and determined. Of course, I am a CEO of a bank, and took over from my dad. How can someone have as much success as me? Some rather say that I’m arrogant. This one time, I wanted to invest in --Bank, but many people have told me there were risks associated with investing in this bank from what they’ve seen reoccurring in the papers.

However, from my personal experiences I’ve always succeeded in all my investments without having to do research. Unfortunately, the bank went into debt, and I lost all my money invested. As much as people tell me, I blame it on coincidence, not my lack of research. Like I said, I inherited the bank from my father. What I didn’t mention was the company lasted only for a year because I was too ahead of myself, but it wasn’t only on me…I think. I decided to expand my business opportunity by moving it here, Paris. I came across many complications such as borrowing money from other investors, my interest charges were too high and my loans were piling up. All of this was happening, but I wasn’t capable of finding the solution for everything. I’m only human. I couldn’t prevent this, besides getting help from my dad. I didn’t need to come to that because I believed I was competent. In my perspective, asking for help was a sign of failure, and I am definitely not that. From where I left off, I’ve found the solution to earn my money back. It was to invest in stocks, because I could have the opportunity to interact with big shareholders. Maybe then, I could persuade them to invest in my bank. We signed papers thinking it was a settlement for shares, so I ended up gaining hundreds of thousands, but lost millions.

The signature on the paper meant the loss of bank property and all the money I’ve earned. If hadn’t signed those papers, whether the outcome was good or bad, I would still be bankrupt. For that reason, I had to sign those papers and take the chance. In those moments of despair, my brain had felt like exploding. Nothing could’ve relieve the pain, so I relied on drinking. One glass turned into too many glasses, and then, I realized that I’ve become empty handed. The only thing I had left was my house and the clothes on my body.

Everyday, I was traumatized by the voices of debt collectors, and feeling the shame of a wealthy man dropping to rock bottom. I’ve felt like I’ve been suffocated. I had returned to Port Alexandre III, where I reflected on my past and held onto all the regrets. I closed my eyes remembering the memories and then. . . that’s when I decided to fall into eternity. I guess that is why I felt as small as a speck of dust, my life was big but my personality pushed it to the end, to be small. This was a tragic loss. P. S. I wished I’d learn to seek help and admit to my wrongdoings. Because of my poor personality, it has brought me here, a life of tragedy.