It was a fit of chaos,
The thoughts in my mind.
-not a single one reliable!-
So I fall back on the language of my soul.
It makes no sense economically,
This path I've chosen.
To give and give without allowing
anything in return except an empty wallet
and an uncountable amount of experiences.
And despite the criticisms of my people,
I'll listen to the language of my soul.
I trust, that in the end,
I will have received exponentially more
Than I ever planned on giving.
For giving in itself,
Is an act of receiving.
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