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A Day in Life


 The old man wandered the dishonoured farm, encapsulated by a profound sadness, fatigue engraved on his worn face. The regret grew more profound each year he spent in his decrepit, troglodytic house, the solemn walls resurrecting the god-awful memory of the losses he'd made in a previous life. He starred in the obscure mirror, lost in its unfamiliar reflection. No longer could he see that ambition, that desire, that raging fire in his eyes. All that remained was the deceiving hollow soul that reflected in the tear-stained glass, the marks leaving no room to see his true self anymore. He was just a shell of what was once a great man.
  This old man was a simple farmer man, also ex-head of government of the country, Gerald. In his glory days, he lost the trust of the public and was swiftly demoted before being fired. Now, he was a pathetic being of what was once acknowledged as leader.
Gerald had been an endorser of narcissism, believing himself to have possessed superlative influence on the country. His arrogance led to his inevitable downfall.
  Gerald prayed day in day out for redemption, a chance to turn back time to when he was puissant. “I wish for a chance to go back in time, to mend my mistakes as Head of Government. God please answer my prayers!” his voice crackled and broke over his desperate words.
  God answered Gerald’s prayers.
  Gerald awoke, crawling out of his bed. He found a queer abnormality. His bed was remarkably softer. This unfamiliar flocculent bed was pappy and gelatinous. His eyes widened in shock. He found himself waking up in his room; his room from decades back.
  “Taxes shall be reduced by 20%,” Gerald proposed. All the men in long pants were taken aback. This would mean that the funding the country obtains from taxes would greatly drop. The President expressed his disapproval, explaining the consequences. To this, a smirk crept on Gerald’s face. “By reducing the taxes, let’s use the example of a farmer, the money saved from taxes will go to buying proper and quality tools, this will in turn result in better quality harvests. Now, assume you are a merchant. One would have to pay taxes to bring goods into a country, as a merchant, you would rather go to the country with lower taxes to sell your goods, will you not? Think about this way, merchants across the world would swarm towards our country, for the reason they would only require to pay mere cheap taxes and their profit will be higher. So which country do you think will earn more money in taxes? A country with low taxes with an abundance of people or a country with high taxes with few people?”
  A shock of realisation was evident on the government officials as Gerald explained his reasons for lowering taxes.
  Gerald continued to propose what appeared to be preposterous ideas to the government officials; he introduced the concept of having a capitalist economy albeit with a socialist system. All his proposals went through the system and were in effect as soon as possible.
  The country prospered, while other countries attempted to compete with its low taxes, they realised they lowered their taxes so much that they barely made anything.
  With the capitalist economy, many aspiring youths were able to successfully make the correct investments and shoot into the league of rich men.
  Another meeting took place.
  “We should advocate nature. We should build massive gardens and plant an abundance of trees!” Gerald proposed. The other men in long pants were filled with inquisitiveness, why should the country do so? “By doing this, we can raise our country’s merit. Why so? By instilling more greenery, foreigners will be attracted to our country to indulge in nature and allow the locals to breathe in fresher air. We can envision a garden city!”
  It seemed Singapore would further prosper...
  Gerald woke up. His back aches as he moans in pain. The usual morning for any ordinary old man. His river-silver hair striking, with a face creased like vellum. His brumous eyes flashed, as a repulsive laughter escaped his revolting lips. Everything was a lie; a figment of his imagination.

A SUBMISSION FOR ROYAL COMMONWEALTH ESSAY 2018

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