true richness stems from spirituality, and the thicker and darker the forest one passes through, the brighter and clearer the light at the end. Thou the more and more I think about it the more and more I cant help but think is why, even thou I know its not important and In the end I know its for the best it still aches and I cant but realise what real pain is, even thou my life is just a slight scratch on the surface, and I cant sleep again, I cant wait to go over seas and live in another country full of riches, some of the four most richest countries would have to be Thailand, Myanmar, India and Tibet, while writing this I realise that if I am to read this in a year or two or even more I think that I may find this ridiculous or in some way humorous I can seem to do for most things and yet when I try to pinpoint the actual reason it takes about five minutes to realise why its funny, now isn’t that funny, I have an insatiable urge to travel overseas and to live how others live in this rich world, what is it all for, I would also enjoy being able to help those in need, some how.
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