There is a lonely home on the seashore faraway of the city buzz. Sometimes I look at this house and think how it would be to live there. Maybe one day...
Maybe when I no longer need to work, because it is too far from the world because there is a poor Internet. When I can no longer need to think about how to earn money because we all still need to eat. When I learn not to rush and I will not work overnight or when I no longer think that the world needs me endlessly.
When I retire and finally be free from everything, but I will not retire, because I am already working for myself and will no longer be freer.
Then I say to myself - maybe when I die, the wind will bring my ashes here. I have not heard a more desperate excuse...
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