[ WP ] After years of intense searching , you finally found it . But , it 's not exactly what you expected ...

Money opens a lot of doors. I mean, if you had a billion dollars, would you need to worry about your rent, or your insurance, or your debts? No, of course not. You would be free to do anything you want. Want to ride a jet ski? Sure, go ahead. Want to shit gold? Yea you can buy pills for that. Two chicks at once? Damn right. Money can buy you almost anything! 
 
 So I worked. I got paid. Moved up the company, then jumped ship to a bigger, greener one. Did that for years. Made millions, and soon I was up to a billion. 
 
 But today? Today I'm 88. It's my birthday. I retired the other day. I have billions of dollars to my name. And of course, my birthday cake. It's a simple little blue cupcake with a candle on top. I have an extravagant dining room in my massive new house, commissioned and built just for me. But what's filling it today is a ton of air and silence. 
 
 I lifted my wrist and the computer opened up. I swiped to my contacts. My former secretary Kate, now working for my replacement. Elon, he's on Mars now. The new CEO of Google, some Austin guy... I sighed. All these people I know purely for business reasons. 
 
 I got up without blowing out the candle. I wandered the halls. Vast blankness. No pictures, no art, no books, nothing. I found myself in the garage. A dozen exotic cars under spotlights with the keys hanging on the wall by the door. I turned off the lights and closed the door. I opened the windows and looked out at the grass on the empty lawn. 
 
 I sat back down in the kitchen and found the candle burned out, red wax all over my cupcake. I threw the waxy pastry into the trash can. I opened the wine cabinet instead. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of aged wine, and not a single one I want. What's the point anyways. 
 
 I dragged myself into my room and closed the door behind me, not like anyone would disturb me anyways. I collapsed in bed and looked up at the ceiling. And that's when I realized that my whole life, I was wrong. I had made a mistake. 
 
 I had spent so much time opening doors. But in an ironic twist of fate, it's too late to walk through any of them. I'm too tired to do so. Even worse, I sit here in front of all these doors, alone.
