Chasing Freedom
In Pursuit of Laughter, Love, and a Few Coins Too!
Not chasing coins, nor riches untold,
But the freedom that wealth can unfold.
Two goals diverge, yet intertwined,
In the pursuit of a life designed.
Money, a means to an end, they say,
To pave the path, to light the way.
Yet beyond the glimmer of gold's allure,
Lies the promise of freedom, pure.
For with wealth comes choices wide,
A life unbound, a soul untied.
No shackles of worry, no burden of need,
Just the freedom to dream and to succeed.
To travel the world, to explore the unknown,
To build a life uniquely your own.
To chase passions and ambitions bold,
With the security that wealth can hold.
But let us not forget, amidst the chase,
The true measure of wealth's embrace.
For in the pursuit of freedom's call,
May we find joy, may we stand tall.
So here's to the journey, wherever it leads,
To the pursuit of dreams and noble deeds.
For in the end, it's not about the money,
But the freedom to live, bright and sunny.
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Shwet Prabha Baiswar
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
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