queenofhermind
Boot camp, summer camp, fat camp, all this damn camps, trying to cram everyone together in a constricted environment, working together to achieve a goal, why can't world leaders stop selling their souls and do the same? A government camp perhaps?
We chase it, we work all our lives to achieve it; from cradle to grave. Your first word, your first step, your first completion of the phonetics, means enrollment to nursery, from nursery to primary, to university, to that dream job, that pays well. Wealth...we chase it but are never really satisfied after we acquire it.
You're sitting at the local coffee shop, the one just outside your house, the one the handsome man with the stubble never fails to visit. You know, because you wake up at 6:30 am everyday just to see him grab his morning treasure. The one with smell, so well textured, sandwiches so well made and cakes so well baked, especially the velvet ones. Its enticing vicinity leaves you wanting more every time. Perhaps one day, you'll meet the guy with the stubble, and his lips might taste just as good as the velvet cakes...maybe even better.