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Remembering the positive

Today I was rather silly.
Why?
Because I spent a lot of time worrying.
About Money.
Money.
Puh!
In the late afternoon I slapped myself mentally.
Money isn't what makes life special.
It can just help it be less frustrating when bills arrive.
Instead
I forced myself to think of things that cost little or  nothing 
but which I enjoy more than silly old money.

Like nature.
Silly animals crack me up.
They're so chilled out, until dinner time that is,
but I'm ok with being chilled out until dinner time.
Then all you have to do is feed me.


Funky old houses





Dangling my feet in water


Romantic gestures


Tables made out of barrels



Nosy donkeys!



Murals on buildings


Chalk art on the street


Witty graffitti


Playing with photos


Singing all the songs from Moulin Rouge


Pretty paintings

 Purple suits that have a feather hat



and most importantly, happy memories


With all these things at my fingertips
I reckon I'm richer than most millionaires.
So. Take that bills
Take that money.
I'm happy with or without you.

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  1. Money can't buy love and happiness :-)

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