Living and loving as you can as much as you can. That is true wealth. Yet things as always are not how they should be. There are many who look up to the people who are deemed wealthy. To me this makes no sense. We are not worthy of your praise or aspiration. Yet still. It would be all too easy for me to say this now.
Do you know no love? Do you know no life? THAT is who these books should be for, and yet, still, there was a price. It is for those who are desperate that this book is dedicated. I should know. I was one of them.
I often would have only read this far in books before. I was brought up with a great love of reading, and just as important, writing. However I could never stand to read a single word further if I felt my time was being wasted. As, honestly, time is worth far more than any money.
The truth is.
I sold my soul.
Let me explain, and you will find a story. Perhaps even a truth. Still I leave you with a work of fiction. Let those with minds of a finer substance go on to the business of figuring out whether I am a madwoman.