Chairlift of Life

“I try to stay away from my life story. Sometime, prompts force me to relive and focus on it. Maybe, it’s life trying to show me a way – who knows. Anyway, I end with a question – what would do?

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompts:
Pensitivity’s three things challenge – Tiny – Ages – Bounce
FOWC with Fandango — Spark
Your Daily Word — Pristine
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo challenge — The picture above

Chairlift of Life

This snowy mountain chairlift is more than just a way to reach the summit of the ski slopes. It is the very image of life and success. We’ll begin with a pristine chair at the bottom. Children learning and discovering their life. As we bounce into teenage years we wait for that tiny spark. A tiny flicker of inspiration that creates our hopes and dreams. Puts us on our chosen path through the ages of life.

Those most fortunate rise to the summit. They claim their prize of success. They are the rich, the famous, the lucky ones in life.

Most will get halfway up and live a meaningful, somewhat successful life. They’ll never be wealthy but will have enough to live decently.

My journey on the chairlift of life was halted in the fog near the bottom. My spark of inspiration was snuffed out. Any aspiration I had for a successful future died with it. Everything a person considers normal in life I cannot achieve. A career, a love life, flying on a plane, even regular things like owning a car – try as I might I fail at them all. Only the most worthless of human beings can get to 35 years old without experiencing a kiss, without ever seeing a thousand pounds in their bank account. All while desperately trying to do well.

I did ascend on the chairlift of life for a while. My first spark was food. I trained as a chef; I work hard even earned awards for my dedication in the kitchen. The learning was the easy bit. Moving into the real world, my curse struck. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep a job. Then I couldn’t even get a job in the end.

 That got me thinking; maybe I couldn’t keep a job because I wasn’t supposed to have one. Our chairlift through life is set on a specific path, right? All the while I was cooking, I was also writing. I’d met a special young lady called Holly. Oh, she wasn’t real, she was a figment of my imagination but she was strong. I could feel her sitting beside or standing behind me when I told her mysteries. I’d see her smile and the glint in her icy-blue eyes when I was seeing inspiration for her latest story.

So, was this it? Was writing my way out of the fog. Had I finally found my ascendancy to the summit of success? No – I turned my chairlift onto a never-ending roundabout of failure. Through unscrupulous publishers, untrustworthy editors, savage beta readers, and my complete inability to do anything correctly, I became trapped.

My chairlift of life is hanging, broken in the fog. It can’t go down and backwards – nobody can turn back time and so what’s done is done. It cannot go up either as I failed to obtain the tools, the money, the abilities I need to push forward in life. This for me is purgatory. It is not a place after death. It is living a life with no forward momentum. No dreams, no goals, and no hope.

And yet the strangest thing keeps happening. Being a part of the writing community means I often find myself forced to tell my story. To explain how a person can write 28 books and still have precisely nothing. When that happens, my story is met with shock and awe. Some people get mad at me, tell me to stop being the victim. It’s easy for them. They are still in the ascendancy and can be successful where I can’t.

Other people grow upset at first and then determined to help. They offer edits, book covers, to teach me ways to publish my books. I’ve taken some up on those offers before. The only result is either total failure, a product that unsaleable, and even lost friendship.

Just recently my chairlift took me into a new situation where people wish to help me publish my books. One of them is even a really good editor. What should I do? Should I risk it again? Maybe lose more friends. Maybe lose more of myself along the way. Maybe this time, it could be my way out of the fog. Maybe this is a way to get my chairlift ascending once more. Or perhaps this could be the final derailment.

For now, I remain cloaked in the darkness of the impenetrable, terrifying, white fog. What will I do? I simply don’t know. What would you do?

The End


Thanks for reading my friends.

There’s more in the Poetry CornerShort Stories. and Short Stories 2 tabs.

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27 thoughts on “Chairlift of Life

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  1. I’m sorry Mason but this is bullshit. Man, every post you write I see your warm character coming through. Of course you should keep trying again! You’re only 35, for god’s sake. My missus was older than that when we met.

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      1. I meant to say yesterday that with just 50 years on the clock I am hardly an expert, but one thing I have learned is that for every guy who feels they don’t fit, there is a woman who feels they don’t fit. Don’t give up, buddy.

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      1. I agree with Pete that your stories are marvelous and if it is really the situation with you, why don’t you self publish like many other authors on WordPress?

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      2. Thank you, Sadje. I love my WordPress. It is all that keeps me going.

        Self-publishing is alright when you have money. The books I did self-publish do nothing, never sell. I can’t invest anymore of the money I don’t have on projects that’ll never give back.

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  2. Don’t give up Mason. There’s more than one way to cook an egg, and being a chef you’ll know that! Life is a rollercoaster, ups and downs, bends, twists and turns. It’s also a learning curve, and we learn from experience. No, don’t give up Mason. You have too much to give, and maybe this time, you;ll find the way to share it.

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  3. Thank you, Mason, for continuing to brighten my days with your marvelous wordsmithing. You are a tremendous inspiration to me in a different currency of success than the one today’s story tells about. The abundance you give–well-researched tales, happy endings, ethical and valorous messages are an absolute treasure and create a roadmap for truth seekers. Please receive all the gratitude your readers feel daily. You are wealthy beyond measure.

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  4. Such a difficult story. You asked for two cents worth of input so I am obliging. You are too young to give up. Every age is too young to give up. I had a very difficult, to say the least, upbringing. It took me 13 years to finish college between having children and more drama. I went from poverty level existence to being able to feed my children and move out of a dangerous neighborhood.

    I did not have the gift of the ability to write words people would enjoy reading. My dream was/is to write a children’s book. At this ripe old age, my dream has not been fulfilled. But I move forward with things that bring me joy.

    Keep working at whatever you feel you were meant to do. One step at a time.

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts. Your ability to keep going is amazing. I hope you get those children’s books published at some point very soon.

      For me the knowledge that there is nothing to be done about my books leaves me struggling to go forward. I’ll continue to write for me website though. I can at least enjoy this.

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  5. If I were you, I would not only share yourself here, but try journaling. Money does not equal success. (In my book.) if there are things you want to do, keep dreaming and a source of revenue might come into view-to support you and your great story writing love!

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