A story

His whole life Jack was afraid to take a chance.

If the rare occasion arose and he did, he was often left with his head in his hands.

Reaching the age of 30, he had found himself with nothing to call his own.

"If only," he would say; and he would focus on his past and never really faced what could be.

He would run, and curse his miserable existence.

He let his career never develop, he never faced love, and he sat at home watching old reruns of cheers while drinking a revolving door of various liquors.

His interests lied in classic art and music, but that was where it would end.

In Jack's own mind, his existence was one of nothingness, because that was what he felt.

Sometimes life is nothing without taking a chance on something...