jueves, 8 de noviembre de 2012
Rich, beautiful or intelligent?
This is a very interesting question, as for your answer will probably reflect what you think about yourself.
Let´s make a quick recap on why should choose one of these:
Being rich you will have any weird material desire you may ever have, but unfortunately, being rich makes it insanely difficult for you to find true love, since most people will be after your money.
If you are beautiful, you will steal the heart of whomever you desire. However, since you have the looks, most people will look at you superficially, and no one will ever get to know the true you.
If your only quality is being smart, you can probably use that intelligence to acquire money, but you will forever feel a deep hole in you, no one will understand you, because you´re on a different level than the average of people.
If I had to only choose one of these considering they will all fade away with time, I´d rather spend my youth being beautiful and abusing it as much as I can while it lasts.
Since this question, in the end boils down to personal opinion, which would you choose?
twisted fate
I had only lived there a few weeks when I started noticing strange things happening. My house used to be beautiful filled with flowers, but I got a job offer I couldn´t refuse. The only downside was i had to live in the forest, alone.
This new house of mine was very good and cheap, but at night I could hear footsteps everywhere, but never saw anything.
I asked the previous owner, and he accepted to tell me what had happened, A priest used to live there, he lived alone, so they only noticed he had died after 3 months. They found his body open, rotting and decimated. Nobody really knew what happened to him, but ever since, the house has been haunted.
I didin´t really know much, just that he was a normal person, no notable sins, and his name was Alisson Haffezi, an immigrant from Wadiya.
But I was determined, I would end his suffering no matter what. Late at night, I called out for him, and he showed himself, an old bearded man with a gentle face, he said "save yourself."
When I woke up, I was on a beach
This new house of mine was very good and cheap, but at night I could hear footsteps everywhere, but never saw anything.
I asked the previous owner, and he accepted to tell me what had happened, A priest used to live there, he lived alone, so they only noticed he had died after 3 months. They found his body open, rotting and decimated. Nobody really knew what happened to him, but ever since, the house has been haunted.
I didin´t really know much, just that he was a normal person, no notable sins, and his name was Alisson Haffezi, an immigrant from Wadiya.
But I was determined, I would end his suffering no matter what. Late at night, I called out for him, and he showed himself, an old bearded man with a gentle face, he said "save yourself."
When I woke up, I was on a beach
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