Move...Man...Move

There was a long distance call, from a cousin across the Atlantic  a week ago.

it was only a courtesy call to a younger one , and was enquired about this and that, i, like i always am, traded what i was doing and how i am .

I was told it is bad luck to stay in my village and i must move out,  our parents worked hard and got us to what we are, but it sure is bad luck staying on... the  voice  in the ear piece said.

Well i certainly had nothing to say, he has a broader vision and greater expansive travel, and more of every thing.

Seeing things and feeling the freedoms available and lesser rules , i do  think  it is  good luck to stay  than bad luck .

Each one to their wants and every one is right.