Being rich isn’t about money. Being rich is a state of mind.
high up on the top of a mountain range. something happened that was very strange. had you seen it, you might not want to speak. of what transpired on the top of that peak.
on a day when the peaks were clad in snow. and stars in the night sky had b'gun to glow. two adventure seek'rs got trapped at the top. for so long they began to lose all hope.
as the days went by, and no one came by. the first seek'r, felt himself begin to die. from the hunger, but mainly from the cold. that seeped into bones, already old.
"when i die, don't think twice. Just eat my flesh" coz i know, you'll need to maintain your strength." said the old seek'r to the seek'r in his youth. "i shall indeed eat your flesh, while its still fresh."
this, is what was said by the second seek'r. that already felt himself grow weaker. and so it goes, when the old man did die. the young one lived, off the flesh of the old one.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
There it stands, my bottle of water.
To drink, whenever i feel thirsty. To wash my hands when they feel dirty.
There it sits, my laptop's mouse. To use whenever i want to browse- And click on that picture of a house.
There they lay, my rude red earphones. That only work well when i hold them a certain way. That don't play at all when being used by others' phones. Don't use them when you have something of import to say.
There they rest, these books that i own. And are unable to put down. Unless on my face i want a frown. These books that help me raise my crown. So that one day, my wit is known throughout the town.
And finally, there she is. The laptop that brings me bliss. As well as many a crisis When her freezing persists. I love her, b'cause when all seems amiss All she really needs is a good kiss.
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, he turned into a butterfly.
It has been long since my fall from Eden. That beautiful place that gave me much to eat. Because apple trees prospered in the summer heat. And red grapes tasted like a meal made in heaven. By the Gods themselves to please my stomach. So that my feet have the strength to tread the path.
Walked upon by those that came before me.
It has been long since my fall from Eden. Now i am here, in the Jungle of Urban. This atrocious place; that has not much to eat. Nor a place in nature for a man to sit. And ponder in silence like a scientist.
How best to spread love with an iron fist.
In Urban; my feet have walked on the path. Not tread upon by the fore-brethren. Whom my feet have lost all hope and faith. Since its been long since my fall from Eden.
I have taken the path that leads deeper into Urban.
Since its been so long since my fall from Eden. One day, when i was alone and lonely. I decided to walk to the ceremony.
Where gathered were my modern day brethren.
To tell them that true bliss is indeed a wish. Unless one decides to demolish.