It's None Of Their Business That You

Life Breaks All Of Us But Some Of Us Get Stronger In The Broken Places.

Perhaps I Should Not Have Been A Fisherman, He Thought. But That Was The Thing That I Was Born For.

He No Longer Dreamed Of Storms, Nor Of Women, Nor Of Great Occurrences, Nor Of Great Fish, Nor Fights, Nor Contests Of Strength, Nor Of His Wife. He Only Dreamed Of Places Now And The Lions On The Beach. They Played Like Young Cats In The Dusk And He Loved Them As He Loved The Boy. He Never Dreamed About The Boy. He Simply Woke, Looked Out The Open Door At The Moon And Unrolled His Trousers And Put Them On.

You Know I Don't Love Any One But You. You Shouldn't Mind Because Some One Else Loved Me.

The One Who Is Doing His Work And Getting Satisfaction From It Is Not The One The Poverty Bothers.