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time is gold. going from one place to another more often than not takes time -- time which you could otherwise spend doing something else. but due to some reason, you have to inevitably waste time travelling. but who said you had to waste it?

being productive doesn't always mean doing the most with your time -- although that i think is what it's supposed to mean. being productive also means knowing when to take a break, as well as when to stop altogether. after all, to much production in very little time causes surplus -- and nobody needs surplus.

i discovered this the hard way, when almost all the work i did brought me very little, and sometimes nothing. although satisfaction gained from a job well done is no match for compensation and moolah. but then sometimes, you don't get the luxury of both, so have to make do with what you could have and get.

after all, you gain some, and you lose some. but it's very unfair to say that not everyone can do the things you do, and most of them that do know what you do won't do it for free -- or for a cheap fee. so given that, all that you can gain is sometimes all that others are willing to give you. and nobody can afford to give too much.

it's nice to meet halfway -- give and take. but sometimes, they tell you to meet them at their end, which is most unfair if unjust. oh well, we just have to lifve with that too.

ciao! :)

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