The Fool

He was aware of this but wasn’t exposed it till his mid twenties. They called him a man; little did he walked far from his boy-like charm. “Everybody around me was doing it, so I joined them.” he said. Drowned in addiction now he repents. Rehabs are for the pot-heads and the sniffers. But where would a man addicted to money can go? ” I need to earn for my family”, he yelled. “Family is about spending time not money”, they said. In the urge of having more he lost the fine line between requirement and greed. That fool now calls lavish greed his basic need.

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