Today has been a trial, not unlike most days. Living frugally, and sitting beside the quite riverside field, sun shining, sobriety. With my mind as vast and clear as the cloudless stratosphere, I began to write. Not a novel nor a history essay, but the hundred-thousand dollar question: the Brexit prize.
Economics have I never had any interest in, until the field has some overlap with history, which it does. Alas, I set to work and have a clear framework now from which to build an assignment. Essay: to try, in French, with other rendering roots to the word that pre-date its original signification. However, to try. Attempt. Essay. So try I shall if I want that hundred grand which could make me and my business. You gotta be in it to win it.The Brexit prize, even though it is un-thinkable that I might win first prize, aim high: always. If you try your hardest and aim the highest you possibly can in life, even if you fall-short of your original aim, you will be contented to know that you tried your hardest. You tried your best. No-one can ever ask more of you.
Max.
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