At this point you probably have already figured
out life is a bitch. Funny thing is, no matter how far in your journey you are,
you already know it.
People tend to believe their problems are
always the worst in the world. I don’t blame them. A problem I don’t have to
fix really sounds quite simple to me.
Quite often during my journey I was led to
believe I am not entitled. And I was led by none other than myself. A few years
ago, I learned that entitled can be another word for spoiled. I don’t commonly
disagree with English, but when I do, boy, it does consume some energy.
I have recently fully appreciated the fact that
I’m just a poor part of the system. I go through the everyday struggle just
like the one next door. I have had my share of shitty jobs just as well as my
share of bosses promising their companies were different.
How old were you when you stopped believing
that bullshit?
Even though I’m poor, I’m fully aware money isn’t
the answer to everything. Trust me, I deeply need it. But I’m glad to say that,
as I get 3 months close to 31, there are still parts of me that no money can
buy. There have always been and I hope there always will.
Versions of me that I can see down the path that,
poor as I am or might even become, no daily million can make me accept.
I try my hardest to keep my promise to my self-evolution
and yet I see so much of me that has been compromised in favour of other people’s
riches that I cling ever more dearly to the core of what makes me who I am.
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Cleopatra had her way, Mata Hari too. Whether
they were good or bay is strictly up to you.
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