Wealth

We all want it. Each and every one of us.
Maybe some more than others.
We all know that we want it.
There is no denying it.
But we all want it a different way.

To be wealthy.
But rich in what exactly?

Do we want to be wealthy to escape our worries?
To have no responsibilities?
To be free from guilt?
To be free from grief and desire?

Why are we only talking about wealth when it’s about money?
Isn’t a person who can do every single day the things he love wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he is free from restraints?
Isn’t a person who is filled with happiness for the rest of his life wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he recognized what really matters?
Isn’t a person who is blessed with health wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he is able to move and think freely?

Why is a person only wealthy when he’s accumulated a huge amount of money?
Why is said person so proud of having a huge amount of money,
while having nothing else?
Aren’t those who only have the most money in reality the one’s who are the poorest?
All that money without realizing what really matters.

Driven by greed, power, satisfaction, social status, and approval.
Those people are supposed to be wealthy?
Even though they’ve forgotten what gratitude is?
What it means to be humble?
What appreciation is?
What it means to love?
What it means to be happy?
What it means to be healthy?
They are supposed to be wealthy just because they have money?

Yes, it sucks to have no money in a money driven society.
Yes, it sucks to be regarded as poor.
It sucks to not really live in freedom but just in a small zone of possibilities.
It sucks to not be able to pursue one’s dreams.
It sucks to always face the same recurring problems.
It sucks to live only from paycheck to paycheck,
instead of being able to enjoy the richness of life.
But the truth is we got to eat shit first to be able to enjoy being wealthy.

But if being wealthy means to sell one’s soul,
then I would trade in my money for my older life any time.
I rather die broke but happy and aware of what it really means to be wealthy.
Then I would die rich but spoiled without having lived one single day being actually wealthy.

The Gallery

Imagine your whole life would be exhibit in a gallery.
Every single moment. Everything you have ever experienced. Every single day.
Would you want to see it?
What would the people that visit this gallery think of you?

Would you be proud of your life?
How would you feel while strolling through the gallery?

Every single visitor would know exactly who you really were.
They wouldn’t see the life you wish you could have lived,
but the life you have really lived.

Would you still be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?
If not, you should ask yourself why you don’t want to show your life to the people.

Is it the job that you disliked but still have spent three quarters of your life on?
If that’s the case then 75% of your gallery would be filled with it.

Is it because you have been rude to 90% of the people you have met?

Is it because you only have spent 2% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you?

All of it would be visible for every single visitor in the gallery.

But now imagine that you have made 90% of the people you encountered happy,
and gave them joy, helped them, or just have been nice to them.

Imagine that you have spent 98% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you.
That made you happy. That gave you joy. That gave you meaning.
While you have spent only 2% of your time on the things you didn’t enjoy.

Would you now be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?

The point is that you should change your life as much as it takes,
for you to not only be proud of it but to show it to others.

Ask yourself every single day if today would be a day for your gallery.

Enjoy your life to the fullest because who knows
if you aren’t doomed to wander around your gallery forever in the after-life?