The birds tell me its early, once you start hearing a constant supply of car engines work through first to third you know its eight am. The birds again, eleven am. In the town square, feet are dragged shutters whizz up to the roller casing and storefronts have life breathed into their product laden lungs. It moves, it wakes. It reaches for its morning coffee. It rubs its eyes. It wakes up.
I drank an ocean yesterday and woke up early and refreshed this morn. The most important foundation in my life is my family and yet I work to maintain the mortgage. Why is it so important to own a property? What security is there in this investment? What kind of life example am I giving. That life is about one bill after another? Maybe thats the case, but need I build my life around bill payments?
Freedom
