Happy Seventh Birthday, Magic Bull ! 

Are you happy? 

What makes you happy?

Have you discovered that? 

Do you do what you’ve discovered? 

Do you try and stay happy? 

Writing makes me happy. 

Everything else goes into the background. 

Words remain.

They will remain beyond me. 

They are powerful. 

Writing has a meaning. 

It organizes thoughts. 

It elucidates concepts. 

It helps those in need. 

It breaks paths. 

It sets standards. 

Sure, I do other meaningful things with my life. 

Writing is right up there at the front of those meaningful things. 

Happy seventh birthday, Magic Bull ! 

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When it’s not wrong to be wealthy 

Wrong statement? Or question? Or whatever the topic is supposed to be? 

No. 

Right question. 

When is your being wealthy not wrong for the scheme of things?

When you put your wealth to good use…

…when you take the world a few steps forward,… 

… then. 

When is your being wealthy useless for the scheme of things? 

When you sit on your behind… 

… and do nothing constructive with your wealth,… 

… that’s when.

That’s also when your wealth is gonna be a one-off. 

Just you watch. 

Nature’s not put you where you are… 

… FOR NOTHING… 

…! 

Make it count. 

Now. 

Heard of regret? 

A meaningless life fills one with regret at the time of death. 

Or so they say. 

That would be a pathetic state of mind to carry forward, wouldn’t it? 

So different from a feeling of content about having lead a meaningful life and having brought happiness to many, huh?  

Think about it. 

Wealth should not lead to mental degradation. 

On the contrary, it should catalyze and nurture comprehensive growth all around your nucleic personality.

Yeah, give off your wealth, as does a tree laden with fruit.