Everyone probably doesn't want to learn

The body taut, the head of hair shiny, he stood in front of the mirror. He looks at what he saw there, he liked it completely. The smile wide, the arms wide open, so he stood there in the morning before he left. But that day it happened, he had seen a soul. A man so pure and good, his head not covered with his hat. The headgear, heavy as lead, was filled with fear, greed and glory, a constant inner scream.

The soul, on the other hand, had walked happily, probably without fear for her life, because she greeted the people here and there with broad smiles, always true. She was happy today and here, because she didn't know any passengers and yet she spoke to her in a friendly manner, woman, child and man. He was stunned and had to go 'probably not quite in the mood for this figure'.

“Good afternoon, sir, how are you? Is the wife of the gods lacking energy? Woe to me, that's a shame, I hope I'll see her in a few days, for a little chat and tea, so that she'll feel better soon. "

“How can you talk like that, young woman? You are not older than my soul. What's the matter, talk to me as I command you! "

But Seel just went on, unconcerned, almost cheerful. Then he got malicious, even angry, how could she go away now? He expected her to stop! Didn't you see today what kind of an important man he was? The car he was driving was brand new and expensive, but that didn't empty his wallet either. He found vast amounts of money and, on top of that, when he listened with one ear, the voices of his fans too. Because it was he who ruled now, his business, the Internet and entire districts.

He had bought up everything, was a millionaire and loyal to his wife, at least the one who it was this week, because the women came in droves. And every week he took one that was then in his favor and was allowed to marvel at his belongings hand in hand. But after a week it was enough, he couldn't bear the same woman twice. So now he did not understand why the soul did not stand still, after all he had sat down, probably with the chocolate side first in the midst of all this tumult. He was probably very friendly too, as far as his depraved nature allowed it.

That was probably made by fame, brought him almost infinite emptiness and robbed him of his last bit of honor. But what was left to him was his pride. HE wasn't like any man. NO, he was everyone. The only man in this world who ought to be what he was.

Death found all this game amusing, was there much of this kind? “Anyone”, he thought, “what a common name. There is it here, there is in there. No matter where I am, someone with this spirit every day ””. The kind and good people like the one he got today were probably a bit rare. “What a shame”, he thought, “there must be a new order”. Today's soul met everyone, you could see that in her nature. Although this being was very strong and didn't like his 'ask'. Everyone left lifelessness where color was once seen. Everyone probably doesn't want to learn! What a 'shame' for this shell. How many times do I have to explain it to you? But everyone probably doesn't want to learn!

Because he completely forgot what had happened around him. Blind with fame and splendor and honor, it was a long time since he could see what his heart desires. Counting the money, bragging about fans, shining splendor in his property, that was his life - always measured in numbers. But none of this mattered to death. He took what he found, old or young, rich or poor. When one of them had run out of time, no pleading would help, because everyone had to go one day. It didn't matter whether it was today or tomorrow. The only important thing was correctness. Whether he also took the right one with him and brought him to the last place.

Anyone as he was didn't care if anything was ever after him. His thoughts revolved around money and power and wealth, rarely just about what he was doing. He pretended and acted, had the gate of his heart firmly locked. Apparently death was not an easy game because everyone had a lot to offer. When the last day came, he offered death a great deal. He was willing to give up the cars, the house, and even all of his fame, just to live a little longer. But death remained unaffected and took him home with it.

There wasn't much left of everyone. A few bones buried in the ground, few tears and a lot of inheritance. But this inheritance was quite useless, he hadn't taken precautions. The family had long since stayed away and even when his body was decaying in the ground, they had not come. You'd think everyone has made it. Expensive cars, lots of women, luxury that one couldn't dream of. But thinking towards the end, the story was very different.

Because after all, Jedermann was like every man. Not very human, but mortal and born to die. So what mattered was not what he owned, for he had a great deal of money and fame. But he didn't get all that really mattered for all his money. And so everyone died, unhappy and rich, just not like every man.

- Julia Gaiswinkler