They say the easiest way to make money is to write a book on how to make money.People are so desperate to make money, rich and poor alike. A guy who was struggling to buy a bike 15 years ago is still struggling today, but not for the same bike, but a luxury car he had lodged his eyes on when he rose to the managerial position of his company after 15 years of constant hardwork. Indeed money can act as an incentive for inspiration. To be more straightforward 'to make money' is the largest contributor of inspirational material to humankind as a whole. Says much about humankind. Meh..
So here I am pondering over the ever reaching tentacles of inspirational influence money has had on the world and the real reason I do so is because I'm in need of some of that inspirational influence myself. Ha, so what am I gonna do. I decided I'm gonna grind some dough on my very own unproductively super-multitasking paraphernalia, my laptop which is also coincidentally my key to the window of freedom, that of the Internet. Here I am Internet. All I ask is my share of the deal. What? You don't know me? Well that was unexpected. What am I supposed to do now? I feel so alone with the exception of the sound of my beer money making dreams getting pulverised in some imaginary junkyard.
I guess money isn't everything. The only thing is you need to be happy. Go realise your dreams somewhere and take flight.You will make it to the top in no time. Just believe in yourselves.
There.That's pretty good right? Hmm...I guess I should write a best selling book after all and lure in the poor unsuspecting masses who go in search of inner peace and happiness...Hehe, or maybe not Ciao ;)
So here I am pondering over the ever reaching tentacles of inspirational influence money has had on the world and the real reason I do so is because I'm in need of some of that inspirational influence myself. Ha, so what am I gonna do. I decided I'm gonna grind some dough on my very own unproductively super-multitasking paraphernalia, my laptop which is also coincidentally my key to the window of freedom, that of the Internet. Here I am Internet. All I ask is my share of the deal. What? You don't know me? Well that was unexpected. What am I supposed to do now? I feel so alone with the exception of the sound of my beer money making dreams getting pulverised in some imaginary junkyard.
I guess money isn't everything. The only thing is you need to be happy. Go realise your dreams somewhere and take flight.You will make it to the top in no time. Just believe in yourselves.
There.That's pretty good right? Hmm...I guess I should write a best selling book after all and lure in the poor unsuspecting masses who go in search of inner peace and happiness...Hehe, or maybe not Ciao ;)
