Working for love pt.3

in #writing7 years ago

Note 3.

The old Yogi sat on the beach under an blue umbrella, nothing but a blanket and the white turban slightly shifting in the breeze.
You must have walked past the old man at least 4 times, he always smiled and waved, and you did the same. Aproching would mean giving money or being asked for something, so naturally you stayed away.
Passing by the fifth time, a man, walking the oposite direction, he turns and says while pointing to the yogi, "belive that man."

Never trust a hippie. That's what you think, and inate scepticism is very useful in life.
Money comes easy to you, it will take it's toll and your feet will hurt, but it will come.
He forgot to mention that you sometimes only eat once a day and feel like an asshole doing it. But hey, at least your feet hurt.

  • "She looks like a hurricane of butterflies, why do you trust love when it makes you blind."

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