Thinking that hold greatness
I went to the coffee shop this morning . There was a lady sitting next to the window were i usually sit . So I slowly went to the lady and ask if she would allow me to sit next to the sit where she was sitting . She gladly accepted .After sitting there for 15 min , i noded she was looking outside for a while . I was curious to know what was it that mesmerize her so that she could not stop looking outside the window . She might had notice that i was looking at her . She pointed her index finger and give me the direction to look at the beggar sitting next to street and then she begin to talk.
I am the owner of this coffee shop. I usually come to this coffee shop twice a year to check if every thing was going on well or not . Yesterday after finishing my job at the evening i sat here as this is my favourite place . I look up to that beggar and I don't know what happened to me . I just went and offer a piece of bread to him . He look at me as if he want to say something so i sat next to the begger in the bench . We begain to have normal conversation and suddenly he said with a smile that it is so funny to see people struggling for money when the value that they place in things is just the value of the labor but not the item itself . It is so sad to see the division of land , status etc and conclusion that it belong to me . Where reality is far from that . Once i heard form somebody that money was made by a man to make our life great but now all i can see is how poor it made us . A machine can print money as political want and store in the bank where the imbalance of it will bring us misery , in worse case hunger and dead . And still people will go for richness in there bank rather then there own heart . It is so funny that i cannot even laugh . ( while the lady was telling what happened to her , i unknowingly decided for him make my employee as i work as the CEO of the AB magazine company )
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I am the owner of this coffee shop. I usually come to this coffee shop twice a year to check if every thing was going on well or not . Yesterday after finishing my job at the evening i sat here as this is my favourite place . I look up to that beggar and I don't know what happened to me . I just went and offer a piece of bread to him . He look at me as if he want to say something so i sat next to the begger in the bench . We begain to have normal conversation and suddenly he said with a smile that it is so funny to see people struggling for money when the value that they place in things is just the value of the labor but not the item itself . It is so sad to see the division of land , status etc and conclusion that it belong to me . Where reality is far from that . Once i heard form somebody that money was made by a man to make our life great but now all i can see is how poor it made us . A machine can print money as political want and store in the bank where the imbalance of it will bring us misery , in worse case hunger and dead . And still people will go for richness in there bank rather then there own heart . It is so funny that i cannot even laugh . ( while the lady was telling what happened to her , i unknowingly decided for him make my employee as i work as the CEO of the AB magazine company )
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