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EVERY DAWN, a tycoon stood on his marble terrace, surveying the empire he had forged—factories humming, contracts signed, and a fleet of buses roaring across the city. His world overflowed with wealth, yet his mind was chained by endless disputes, demands, and worries.

Beneath that same terrace, a ragged man strummed a battered guitar under a tree. No riches, no employees, no responsibilities—only cheap liquor, carefree songs, and laughter that echoed like freedom itself.

The tycoon often wondered: “I, with all my fortune, rarely taste peace. Yet he, with nothing, lives like a king. Is happiness found in riches—or in the simplicity of a life unburdened?”

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A construction worker was jailed for 7 years for stealing 100 kilos of copper. 🥲💔

After 2 years inside, he received a letter from his father:

"Son, I’m old now and sick. This is planting season, but I have no one to help me plow and plant corn. I wish you were here to help me. Take care always."

The son replied:

"Father, please DO NOT dig the farm yet. That’s where I buried all the copper I stole. Just wait until I get out."

Of course, the prison guards read all letters. So the next day, more than 100 policemen and guards came to the father’s farm! They dug up EVERY CORNER of the land, but found NOTHING.

The son wrote again:

"Dear Father, I hope you enjoyed the help I sent. Now you can plant corn."

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