[ WP ] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life . you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power .

*Trigger warning* 
 
 
 Happy? no, happy is n't the right word to describe me. Far from it. 
 
 
 This world has been rotten to me. To my grandfather, and to my grandchildren. It's always been rotten. For years, I battled depression and suicidal thoughts. I spent about twenty percent of my life wishing I had the bravery and power to take my own life. Oh, how I wished I could just die.... 
 
 
 I was stuck on this rotten planet, and the only thing that kept me here was hope. Hope that I could give my children better than they got. Hope that I could see things change. Things changed, but not in a good way. People became horrible, and the already horrible ones got worse. I watched as televisions slowly took over our generation. I tried to focus on my profession, but I was stuck in a dead end job. I hosted a Jazz music radio station, and even played a bit myself. For so long, I worked myself to the bone to make something better. I'd hold the air for the longest hours, if someone was n't able to make it for their shift. I practiced and played my bass until the cuts became unbearable, and then I played another hour after that. 
 
 
 The rotting world was more fascinated by music that was made by some nerd at a computer, sung by some young bimbo with no self respect. My job was made obsolete as our radio station fell in to government funding. We became a symbol for old people. I'd been playing for around 40 years, and the train left the station before I first even picked up a bass. 
 
 
 My children grew up entitled. My wife loved me for a while. After a few years, she was only there for the kids. I do n't blame her, I was n't blessed with good looks, and apparently it's genetic, because my ugly children are producing ugly children now. The idea of suicide kept creeping in to my mind. Oh how I wished I'd die, but these ideas were pushed aside by my unsatisfying present which I was n't going to end it on. This in turn just caused more depression, and so the cycle would repeat, and has been repeating for years. 
 
 
 I was bitter. That is, I **WAS** bitter. 
 
 
 At the age of 70, I live by myself in a one bedroom apartment living off a pension and the little savings I managed to get in 40 years, which is diddly squat I tell you. I woke up, it was the 27th of May. A day that was always slightly less crappy than my other days. I slowly rise from my bed, but something feels different. As I make my way to the kitchen, I get a face time call from my son. I hung up on him because the bloomin phone does n't do what it should, and call him back. He informs me that he got a new job. I enquired what it was, as he informed me about his new position as a Director of Operations at an exquisite music label. I congradulated him, and eventually, he hung up, excited to brag about his new found position to others. 
 
 
 It's funny, we rarely speak these days, unless it's something he wants to talk about. He's been struggling to get anywhere for some time, then he got a girlfriend that just happened to be loaded. Lucky bastard son of mine got everything so easy after that. All because of that awards ceremony I lost out on a few years back.... 
 
 
 Then it all hits me. I only stuck around to make sure that everyone else got what was best for them. My son met the girl of his dreams at a presentation I was at, and if I did n't work for years towards my passion, that would n't have happened and he'd still be living week by week, rather than how he is now, planning vacations and such. 
 
 
 I see now, that I accidentally caused my son happiness. This gives me a great sense of fulfillment. As if everything has clicked at once. What kept me here was hope, the desire to know how things end. Well, this is how it ends. The world is a rotten place, and my son is starting a happy family that looks to be doing quite well for themselves. This is more than I had, and I'm happy for them. I'm.... Happy... 
 
 
 I write my final thoughts down on a piece of paper. After reading over it, and seeing exactly how cynical I am in evidence form, I decide to start again. My second letter is a little more balanced, I'd like to say. I leave it on my kitchen bench, leave the apartment without locking the door behind me, and head to the elevator with a smile. My neighbor is looking at me like an alien. It occurs to me that he's probably never seen me smile before. Oh well, he was a jerk, so I wo n't miss him at all. 
 
 
 I take the elevator to the highest floor, disembarking and taking the stairs to the roof. I take a seat on the ledge, and look out over the building drenched horizon. I see smoke clouds, and I hear cluttered traffic below me. From the corner of my failing eyesight, I see a bird. I've always wanted to fly, but not just for the feel of wind in my face. The idea, the notion, that you can rise above the scum below, and be free from it all. I breathe in, finding my feet, and stretching my arms out. 
 
 
 It's not flying, but it's pretty close. From two wishes, I'm granting one and a half of them. I begin to lean forward off the sixteen story building, looking to the sky. I feel my body dropping as gravity takes a hold of me. I'm grinning immensely for the first time in my life, grinning so hard that I'm exercising muscles in my face I never knew I had. Then, everything seems to stop. 
 
 
 I'm.... not falling. This confuses me. I open my eyes and look down to the traffic below. My feet are well pushed off the wall, I am in mid air, and yet.... I'm not falling. The feeling that I woke with this morning catches me, as I feel a power flowing through my body. I move my hand to the right, and my whole body moves with it. I sway in an upward direction, and my body levitates slightly higher than where it was. My grin may as well be plastered on at this stage, I did n't things could get much better. 
 
 
 It takes some time getting used to the notion of flying with no seemingly possible explanation, cause or effect, but I think for an old timer, I was doing pretty good. I fly around the buildings. Their roofs are all so incredibly dirty, and definitely need a good servicing. Like a bird, I rose above the scum, and towards the sky. It was pretty cold high up, but I did n't care. 
 
 
 Eventually, I felt myself losing feeling in my hands and feet. At the same time, I felt this new power was also leaving. I do n't know how I knew it, but it was definitely a one-time deal. I'm just glad it got to me before it was too late. I used the last of my power to push myself into a cloud in the sky, and levitate there. It actually became pretty hard to breathe, so I decided to let go. 
 
 
 Smiling more than ever, I let my cold, numb body go loose. It fell towards the ground, gaining immense speed. I was so high up, that it gave me time to reflect. I tried so hard to justify that my life was well spent, or enjoyable, but my cynical nature proved to be too much. All I could find solace in was my family finding greener pastures than I was blessed with, and my 70^th birthday. I fought power, and sought power all my life, because I was devoid of it. My 70^th birthday present was power. Power to do the incredible, Power to rise above and be free. 
 
 
 I finally gained power.
