Working for love

Imagine, you are broke. Not fake broke "I'll just eat pasta for the next week" broke, but really broke.
Then, of course, the reason is, you spent all of your money on stupid but educational,
and entertaining moments traveling around the world looking for purpose.

Like anyone, that is the best thing to do with whatever money you have, expand your own conscious mind enough to make sense of the life you are living and try to better the circumstances surrounding you at the present moment.

Loving someone, wanting to be we with someone, with all the bells and whistles.
The sex, the laughter, the touch and sound, all the encompasing things you attache to the meaning of the feeling.

That is purpose, right there. Didn't have to go around the globe to realize that, but hey, same conclusion.
So you come back, relying on family and friends to help you.
You have nothing to bring to the table but you.
Let's hope you are valued high enough to start being worth more as time goes by.

Her smile is bright, and eyes deep. Living miles apart helps remind you, start working to get the oppurtunity to touch her again. Slow and steady, stay low, stay quiet.
It's hard to shut up when your heart screams. So why not channel it. The screams are energy someone might need. She hears them, but never limit energy if you have enough to share. Give back for all the insight the energy gave you.

Let's shine back to the sun !

This is the first note in the chapter of you, the only one being worth noticing <3