A note to a friend

A note I secretly wrote once discussing the future with an old elementary friend.

She says that her heart is on the street, in an abandoned oatmeal raison cardboard box. Her life to me is so much more. She doesn’t believe in taking chances, or seeking what makes her happy. Life is to short for one to go through miserable. So what if you don’t find your dream right away, nothing comes easy without any hard work involved.

   The world is like a picnic blanket. Humans are the ants and the food is the opputunties. The bigger the item  the more hard work it will take to bring it back to the aunt hill, but once you get it there  you are satisfied. If you can’t handle something big go for the next best thing and feel good that you’ve tried. The ant that doesn’t try starves and is eaten by its queen.

   I hope she realizes that its not how much you make that determines how happy you are but how much you want to go to work and live each day.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[CassieLynne]

Hear hear! I so agree, nice insight