Sketching a Story... or History??

Once upon a time, a city.
A city with high buildings painted in many different colours, a city with a tree that was as high as the skyscrapers. In that city there were no cars, everyone arrived or left by air balloon, the sky was always blue, even when it snowed or rained, and the night never came. 
 On the top of the tree lived a whole village of small people, they never came down, they toke care of the tree,  the tree gave the Skyscraper People air, and the Skyscraper People gave the little people food. This was a city in harmonie.
 One day a strange fat man arrived by balloon. He had a high hat, a big moustache and with him e brought two really big leather cases. He called upon the people of the city and told them a sweet story about the capitalist world where he came from, a world where everyone was rich and living the dream, and that he wanted to bring this world to them. Then he told them to open the two leather cases, and inside them was paper - many little pieces of paper that the fat man called money. "With enough of this you can get whatever you want!" he said. But the Skyscraper people and the Little people didn't understand and told him that they were not interested, but that he was welcome to stay as long as he wished, that he could eat their food and refresh himself under the big tree, and then they left. And so did the fat man.

Not many days had passed, when the little people saw in the sky something that was not an air balloon. Hundreds of machines came by air and ground, making the city tremble. On the top of one of those machines was the fat man. He said that he knew about the weapons hidden under the big tree, and that he would not allow terrorism in the world. So he took the Skyscraper People that opposed his as his slaves and with his machines he felled the big tree and killed the little people. Then right away he started digging. Deep he went but no weapons were found. He kept digging for days and then something happened, a jitter of black thick liquid flew into the sky. The fat man and the capitalists all started laughing and for the first time night fell over the city.

Solitude!

What are you afraid of?
Tell me are you afraid of not succeeding with your career?
Are you afraid of not making money enough? Not getting the house you dream of? The car? The society's acknowledgment  of you being successful, a good citizen? 
 You know what i am afraid of? 
To end alone!!
Solitude is my biggest fear...
 Do you remember that rubber duck that you once loved, but that you forgot on the beach one day and never saw again?? That is what i am afraid of, of becoming the rubber duck! I don't want to focus on the wrong things, i don't want to focus on money, success and all the rest, i want to to focus on being happy with what i got, with myself as i am and not a society wants me to be, but is not easy!
 I want to keep the people i love close to me, and in that i am failing already, i've got them all spread around the world, making the objective of being with everyone impossible. But i am doing my best to keep them close, they are the most important, the antidote to my fear, friends and family are all. In the end we all come to this conclusion. In the end we all come to the hard truth that money, car, house, career... they are all empty concepts that we invented, the are not essential, but love is.  
I don't want to wake up one day, old and lonely!  I want to have people laughing around me all the time, i want to share the little i have with them, and die with no regrets, probably poor and unknown, but happy!!