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Not As If

Inside me wants and whims keep hopping, racing — Like: do it this way now, there's no replacing. Money will flow in rivers — even more so — A sicker ride and threads by Versace! You'd think — so what's so bad about it, really? We go fishing for a big catch. The idea of buying everything is nothing new. A handful of rice can't compare to a plate of pilaf. But with a handful you can feed far more, If you bury the rice deep in the soil. And it'll last everyone not once, but longer. Don't stick your nose up — keep it simple. Don't think about what's prestigious or what's cool, Or whether your salary is net or gross. Meditate with a smile every morning. And be true more often — not just as if.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian