He saw the fragile beauty of life. She saw a dying financial model. Everything peaked when he showed off his favorite idea: "I want to draw a series of pictures of lonely chairs". The response was not sympathy, but a crowdfunding presentation: Who are the target customers? Can gift products be commercialized? The important thing is when will they break even?
Inspiration in him dropped completely, but thinking back, thanks to her harsh reality, he knew how to value intellectual property, knew how to "close sales" and was no longer a poor artist.
And he claimed to be the one who saved her barren soul. When stocks were red or contracts fell, she came to him. And he didn't talk about profits, just invited her to watch a beautiful movie, or wander in an exhibition that was not very interesting but very "chill". He told her that not everything needs to be measured in money; there are values that lie in emotions, in the "vibe" and in sitting quietly watching sunflowers bloom at night without hesitation.
They are a strange pair of matchmakers: He takes care of the soul, she takes care of the body. And both compensate for each other, making this life less bland. Because if everyone is engrossed in flying in the clouds, where will they get rice to eat, and if everyone glues their eyes to the ground to calculate, this world will surely be sad to death. They just do that, like two pieces of puzzle that are not related at all, but when placed next to each other, they are surprisingly tight. One keeps this world running and the other keeps this world worth living.
Tonight, suddenly he called and said: "I want to ask you to advise me to buy a suburban land plot to build a house to get married". She laughed and said: "Who will marry you," but then suddenly her voice dropped a little sadly: "If you marry someone, who will play with me? But anyway, I hope you find someone who knows... pay for you instead of me, hehe".
