Water dripped in the fountain at the entrance of Entrepreneur Paul's home. It drove his mind as he evaluated the various drip drops and the cascading sheets that stimulated him.
He felt a serious urge to complete his work based on the fact the wall of water slid down into the koi pond at the base.
In his time with regarding his business concerns, he has prompted himself to become even more focused on the foundations and institutes that he contributed funds to every year.
It was selfish. There existed no sacrifice or selflessness involved. He selfishly wanted to see these for-profit organizations thrive and have the ability to be tax-exempt.
He could get a credit, but that’s not why he did it. He actually wanted to see excellence in the lives of people like those in the Struggling Architects Institution.
Other groups included the Coders Association, the Artificial Intelligence Institute, and New Sweden University. Every one of these organizations enriched and powered his life and actions.
Atkinson took control of his stylus and began writing out digital checks. Gratification filled his person and the feeling of the season pervaded his consciousness.
Something jarring then came to his mind. Concern lines appeared on his brow. How could he show himself to be self-interested? Most people provide to charities and say it’s out of the goodness of their hearts and that they do it as a sacrifice.
In the past, he reminded himself that all of his contributions had been self-interested. No one took him seriously, though. They whispered, murmured and damn near shouted the fact he was just kidding. But he wasn’t. He wanted this season to be different.
He signed each computerized letter enclosed with the words, “With utter selfishness,” and sent off the notes.
A smile appeared soon.
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