You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings in unison.
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Vacancy Available.
She had been walking past the same sign every day for almost a week to and from the beach. It wasn't the best looking shop but there was something cosy about the little fish and chips shop on the corner and the more she looked at the sign, the more she considered it. They needed the money and it was only the fear of constancy and permanence that stopped her from walking in.
If she got the job, she would be forced to stay. But she didn't know why she would possibly consider leaving. It was just a silly notion that had taken root in her brain- It was simply change that got to her. Her life had always been ruled by constancy. She lived in the same house, ate the same food every week, went to the same school- there was nothing in her life that hinted at radical change...
Perhaps besides for her...
But life had always been the same. She was so sure her life would go back to the way it was and the idea of it all had her heart leap to her throat. She couldn't go back to that life and the more attachments she made to this life, the more devastated she would be if it were taken away....
Vacancy Available.
They needed the money. They couldn't live on a loaf of bread a week. They needed food. They needed tea and coffee and jam and proper food. Not soup. She had cooked one packet every two days and they would eat that at night and in the mornings they warmed up their milk and dipped a slice of bread in it... And that was it. They had to cut back on the food to make way for their sleeping bags and their two plates and cups and their stash of money was rapidly shrinking,
She never told Riaz that she had a debit account. And it was surprisingly well filled but how could she ever use that money. That money was poison. She had earned that money with her body and she would never, ever touch a cent of it.
This money- this small meagre amount; this was hers. She had worked at a bakery for a few months and she remembered coming home with an aching body and tired feet but that money was hers. That was her own hard work manifesting itself into a monetary reward but it was hers.
It was her own accomplishment.
Not that money. That dirty sick money that her mother thought would make her happy. That dirty money that he asked their mother to give her...
She didn't want that.
She had cut up her debit card before she had left- she didn't want him to trace her and find her. He would never find her and she would make damn sure of it...
Vacancy Available.
The bell chimed above her as she stepped foot inside the door.
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Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of Earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.
"You married, son?" His supervisor asked as they rode the elevator up to the third floor.
"Ya."
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Romance''Hey little bee.'' His soft, husky voice sounded close to her ear. ''Yes?''She looked up at him, smiling at the way he looked down at her. She knew what the others saw as she looked at him because it was the same thing she saw reflected in his dimm...
