In a far away land, lived a poor man. He was happy. He couldn't ask for more, beautiful hills, his cattle, his little cottage by the river, the most beautiful shades of green, orange, yellow and purple for him to see every morning. He never knew what poverty was, and he didn't have much money. He did not know the use for money, so he never bothered making it. He had a beautiful wife and they did everything together. Climbed up the hills, threw stones into the river, cooked great food and made fantastic coffee. They only ever needed money for the things they couldn't make or grow.
He didn't know what 'career' meant. He didn't have one, but he was doing just fine. He wasn't contributing to the society either. He never sold his 'produce', hell, he didn't even know it was called that.
Desperately need some positive thoughts flowing in to stay afloat. I wish I could visit this couple sometime. I am surely running out of them, and my mind needs to flex its power more to keep them coming in. The future stresses me out, but I should look forward to it as eagerly as I have always been.
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