YOUNG HUSTLERS.
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  • Reads 43
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Nov 07, 2020
Hustle is one if the great ideal that can surpot lives of people if pushed in a right way. Hustling has nothing to do with better school certificates or results of higher levels. Bringing out the facts about hustling so that the sequence must be balanced since we are all not capable to be employed by the government due to one or two reasons. so to surpot all the beings equally and reduce poverty levels, hustling must be taught even in schools so that we give out people with less probability to be employed by the government a calm heart and a positive insight that they will make it in life without them being deployed.
 Hustling is the word  that never left their mouths, they chanted about it with great zeal. They strived for it. Their toiled in mighty. They moved harder daily trying different strings with a pure cristal vision that one day their will be on a position of securing the bag. They talked in low tones about helping out their families once the crick sound is out. They used to walk out the two of them covering 4kms, Just talking about life and reasoning well on issues like which deal could be introduced on the market to benefit them.They couldn't sleep well in a day without a link to sit and whisper how many dollars they I'll be counting thee next harvesting season.
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