The university professor sat marking a paper.
He dropped his pen and gazed around his room. During the previous several months he had found himself pausing like this. He acknowledged to himself that it was happening more and more. He was summing it all up. Wondering how he had allowed his life to unfold the way it did. He had achieved a position that bestowed the highest level of notable prestige within the community, great respect within academia, and the salary and worldly possessions that many would envy. Only he knew that none of this was enough. Only he knew that he would walk away from it all at the drop of a hat.
Now, in his late years, with his wife’s passing and his children scattered to live their own chosen lives elsewhere, from time to time he allows himself these brief moments to dwell on what might have been. These thoughts were not shared with any other living soul and the only clue to any of this was the fact that he had never owned a car. Of course, it had been questioned occasionally, with him simply stating that he preferred ordering a cab. He looked back over all the twists and turns of his life, weighing all of the individual decisions he had taken. All of which culminated in him sitting now, ruminating privately that he had always wanted to be a taxi driver.
