An Old Scrub Ash Vendor

A scrub ash vendor

In the early morning, an old man was seen from a distance. He faltered while pushing an old cart with the rest of his energy. In his twilight years, nobody could believe that he was able to walk in such distances. People who saw him would think that he should have stayed in his house, spending the rest of his time with his beloved family, but the real circumstance was always in contradiction. He kept walking for a living, hoping there were few coins that would let him to continue his lonely journey. An old cart that he always took with him was not something that had no function. It was his old cart on which he counted his life. He didn’t even know what his life would be without it. His life might have been shorter; he predicted. He never complained at all though the situation was getting tougher and tougher. It’s life, he murmured. Willingness was vital. There was a huge encouragement to keep walking as long as he could breathe. He was a scrub ash vendor, and every time he walked, he kept telling everyone that the scrub ash he sold was better than any other dishwashing liquid that most people used. It was pointless somehow. No one would believe that. It used to be very popular in middle and lower classes to wash the dishes and utensils. But life is dynamic; everything gets easier except for him. Many people started to leave the traditional thing, and he was aware of that, but being indifferent was his choice. He didn’t force everyone to buy his stuff, nor did he beg everyone to grant his life. If anyone asked why he didn’t ask his sons or daughters to take care of him, he would answer that they have had their own life. He just didn’t want to be a burden to them since they were not even better off. They had just enough with their own family. In his mind, he just wanted to follow his life. If there would come a time when he should stop his journey, everyone would know that he ends up as a winner, a winner that successfully conquered his own life.