"Hey look at him, why is he crying?" one of the onlookers asked.
A person was sitting alone in a park crying to himself, while holding his pen and notebook, while scribbling something on the paper.
"No ideas, maybe he had a breakup," another onlooker spoke.
Little did they know, the author there was crying to himself, as he was giving his years worth of insights for free.
".... My centuries worth of hard work..." he muttered between sobs, oblivious to the curious eyes staring at him.
"Maybe he's a bald professor," someone joked, and the onlookers snickered.
"That would explain it," another added, "they never share all their secrets with the public."
The author heard the conversation and chuckled through his tears. "You got me," he said, wiping his eyes. "But don't worry, I'm not a bald professor. I'm just a generous soul sharing my insights with the world."
