I chauffeured the newspaper as I gave a slight touch to the cue of my tip in a weary thought as I lay there clot in wonder as upon a while I had of no fortune as in galore, I amass today had I not, the question meddled in my mind. I at the start of my career sought out to a voyage upon to crucify my name to business’s history as I knew I was ought to be of profit in the stock markets in a trade company. I savoured to cherish the path I chose, and after my graduation I frivolled yet gambled a decision to start a polyester trading company in hopes to contour a polyester industry as my finance. I quite say to I have not an ode, the etiquette any common businessman would be so. Yet does it so not classify as the imagination I wore, and I was down to loss, not of my knowledge yet the high powers reining down upon me. I was twenty-one graduating university on a doctorate in business with a PhD, sure I may could quite the desire of riches on upon working for entrepreneurs, yet I am who sought to achieve the beyond of a cavalier. Yet, by dawn to dusk, I grow more the less benevolent to the perspective of business, I was twenty-one and living yet at my parent’s abode of acquaintance, I was ashamed for to not being independent yet the expenses for a house could go more in demand. I was feeling hazzled as meddled as I was now to each lost war I was found, I was the more a determined while an anxious temperament at times. I was in hope yet found myself willing to sell my equity. As the phrase “the war to end war” was on my lips, in which stood a rather more a hope that sighs me as a phrase to end drought in my career and I often sulk in stress as though a damsel in distress for yet what pride I stand, I fought my ego and was working and committing the mind to developing presentations, alluring ads and will beyond. I was haughty and sure to I was that for the success to all my works. Yet to my wound was a woe and was when I learned that efforts are not rewarded for the results quite perhaps are. I was to all my efforts lost in the drought I was hindering and lost hope a day and was walking to my dread of an interview and my mind as though the ticks have tock, there I was a prey kneeling to the hunt even so any animal might have it’s intelligence, I learned it needed luck and I who never believed so was forced to as what not may I had? I felt ridicule and cowardice cross my mind as I thought to what I lost, I have not yet shut my company yet is on to selling, very not my parents to the odds of my favour, not of passion yet hope to carnage. I was lost in arguments I was walking in my mind upon the way I was by foot to the interview I was surrendering by to as a trade marketing manager. I was walking while a sip of caffeine from my bottle, when I was halted by a man who seemed to know me, yet that I know of he is no familiar to me yet I was rather aback when that man who seemed a monk in robes of orange shade and was sure to be ridiculed by the commoners he may trespass, call my name as of he was by for my caucus he went upon. I was off the cardigan of my sorrow and was all on eyes to the funny man who called himself a monk. I said to him for all I was interested was how he knew my name. For plain moments I knew it would perhaps not be any relative to me and quite was foolish myself to say he was a fortune teller and there exists mythical powers surrendering my dignity as a proclaim to lose the debate. The man in a gentle touch took a rather small earthen pot of oil and as of the mystery he mystifies poured the earthen pot over my head as though raindrops of hatred for all in illusion to me. For a monk I would say he was rather not shabby and unethical as I would have worn that thought. I was far observing him, yet breathing ready to scold as though a fierce lion in the gladiators war to the old scanty monk. To when I could have a say, did the monk as a wise man to an eel said “Gakusei! Fall the water you have the drought in”, I was ushered to think yet my rage was over the time and vouched to him as an earful to I have an interview I should be rather fall in a man’s massacre of madness. The man as though my teacher take hood of my hand and pulled me to the rocks of the city where it only brined solitude. The rocks were by the waterfall those of where lied hedges and brooks as in a symphony to the melody they were. To all I jump up in fright and disgust to why a monk needed acquiesce or rather was he a wild poacher, a question rang my door. I would have been the more in a temper if I would have not been so curious to know his philosophy of life and perhaps, he could be my allegories to my symphonies as the valerians flowers they might be or perhaps the odds could be a danger which lies. The monk in assertive boldness as though he knew me. I soon was to my answer I was in hunt to him yet a rather fictional joke which condemned my pride answered to the monk was droplets of hope raining down me in spring which I could cherish. I would not condemn his words as they were galloping as a puzzle to join for the words, he said are some of what were to me a logical puzzle solved yet not in it prevail. At the dawn of evening, was to when I was brought to my live as took, I suppose the hours by with the monk were not intriguing but learning. I felt a motivation bygone the monk’s enrichment to where I was to meditate, and it rang peace and hope to my mind as flourishing as it is. I upon the monk’s words to how he knew my name and thought to triumph only speaking of my name. After the meditations by the evergreen waterfall did, I return home with a sense of determination that could surpass the sour fruits of morrow I had, yet that sense what would be what I result today for the right to sit up in this chair. The determination and what I felt a imagination of the monk was stirring and at night did I wear in my thoughts scant aback to a squeal upon what I decided yet the thought only wore in me and I am confident to what I pride over and felt not a gambling decision but a sure investment when I say I have the day opened my polyester small scale industry and more the smile to every I invest in to inviting investors from scanties of wealth and investing in stock markets yet what leaded the way to my fortune today was the innovation I led by writing newspaper articles based on industry and how we could improve finances with industry. The fortune I was deprived to was none yet of my intelligence, yet I follow the monk who I met do teach me today the power of life and meditation. The teaching of the wise have made me conquer what was wild. On the day of sunny Saturday, was I proud to say I was leaving to the America to more finance and build a large-scale polyester industry, yet the sadness was leaving my sensei who taught me the monk’s way to happiness. That moment did a bell ring and was the monk who taught me and to my astonishment did he enter as an investor would and said his salutations to my parents as though he knew their curfew. To what may lie that could wear the astonishing abode was to the monk to I thought, as though a jester, started to my surprise wearing off a disguise he wore with his sticker moustache and beard falling off. I was startled to see of a monk but a clean man who would have been a commoner and I was to step when the man screamed “Sugoi! Watashi you have surpassed it! I am Dr Dalwood Drawer, a quite distinguished psychologist and is practiced in meditation may to your surprise, hired by your parents to wake you” I was aback yet not of temper to I felt happiness of what lies and thanked him. Today I here stand as to I call a achievement milestone by ending what I sought years ago yet I not let be me as one who has all the enlighten I have, yet I am all a commoner as any with my journey to business is all what makes me stand and lay the stock markets to which I sought all to the monk who graced me.