He opened his shop for another day, to gain some money,
play with some few notes and pay some in return
He was wiping the windows while singing his old songs
His childhood songs, he was remembering
once upon a time, he wanted to be a king, to be a general of peace
Damn destiny, now I am slave of money and our cold world.
he was thinking about these words, when he was singing his childhood songs
when he was wiping the windows, when he wanted to start his day for making some few notes
without having a desire to do so...
He was not satisfied with his life, however he was dealing with jewels, with Diamonds, with gold...
Where is my dream, what happened to my destiny
Everyday, with these few questions, he was opening his eyes and coming to work
and in the night, he was going back home with same questions, without any answer
absolute lost, absolute desperate
Door got opened and news paper guy came in, small fellow with a big smile on his face
gave him his daily newspaper and got his money, and said: have a nice day sir
The owner was wondering, why this guy is so happy, so he asked that fellow
hey boy, is it your birthday
newspaper boy said: No, why you are asking
The owner of the shop said: Because you are so happy, If I was you, I would not be so happy like you. Why you are so happy?
The fellow said: Well, I am happy because Today I am going to buy my first typing machine with this last few dollars, at last my hard working turned to something good for me.
So from tomorrow I will type, in place of selling this newspaper and as I predicted, next few years from now, I will start my own publication.
I think these are good reason to be happy, my aims, my dreams, my destiny are calling me
The guy said this and waved to him and went out...
The owner found that, why he is not happy because he does not have any plan, he does not have any dream
He does not have any dream, so he stopped blaming the destiny and start to live for his dreams again
