The road of the righteous is not always paved in riches..
Them paths of Gold lose they glisten when the glow of your soul has been stripped.
The man that I am came from the knowledge that I reap what I sow but also understanding every seed buried won't grow.
A tree has one job. To grow.
Nature has one job. To change.
Time has one job. To pass.
My only job is to live without holding any natural occurrence to be a direct assessment of my Hardwork.
Shit Happens.