It had happened.
It had finally happened.
Everything I had worked so hard for had finally worked.
This was the beginning of something new.
A life where I wouldn’t have to starve most days of the week.
A life where I would have meaning.
Where my work would have meaning.
And it was all because I had worked so hard.
All because I had starved.
Because I had chosen my work over all other obligations that I had.
Obligations that I no longer have.
This is the beginning of a new life.
A life without worry.
And without struggle.
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Categories: flash fiction