Once upon a time, there was this one very famished hobo. Which means his surroundings are equal to stomach fillers = life savers. But of all the scattered rotten goodness he dared to call food, he saw this one very nasty looking meat patty; the home of maggots and the like. But the thing that's wrong with his picture would be... of all the decent-looking chucked-away foods on the ground, he picked that one up; the very nasty meat patty, to be digested, to keep himself breathing.
Okay, I know. You'll go all "What the eff's wrong with that hobo?! His brain needs food even more than he does!" My comment on this situation would be... everyone has their reason of doing what they have decided. So, I think the hobo knows that the meat patty would provide him the satisfaction he desires; because he trusts the patty so damn much. In return, instead of toying with his digestive system, the patty provided him the end of his hunger instead.
The conclusion? Appreciate whatever that you have; and trust me... that thing you have will pay back your kindness, without your consent. But if you choose otherwise, the consequences... will never be the same.
Till then.
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