The reality is, the rich man really has less.
After a hike to the top of a volcanic rock, there he was, an elder man peacefully at rest, legs in a perfect pretzel.
We exchanged a few words before experiencing one too many losses in translation.
“If you just keep looking that way, Gd will be just beyond those clouds.” Off he went.
And there we were shrugging it off, but then there I was entertaining his wisdom.
So, I sat. Waited a while... Truth? I had a word or two with Him.
This is a lapse of time that, if asked only what seems a short while ago, I probably wouldn’t have thought much about or even cared to share. But that isn’t the case and here I am.
Why? Because this was it all in one snapshot of a picture and now embedded to memory. Wealth. The awe of life. The great plug in. For far too long, the only way I ever knew how to live was dealing in self, in “more,” and preying on the great pariah of “if, then.”
It was that little voice of “more” that kept me from Now, that kept me from understanding You and kept me far from reality which is the fact that I already always had everything I needed.
The poor man can’t be in stillness, he can’t escape self much and resides in fear of what he has to lose. He deals in, “what’s in it for me” and “I want this so I’m not happy until I get that.” The rich man, however, just as my grandfather last scribbled down and left behind in his office before passing is, “he who is satisfied with his lot.”
The reality is, life never asked me what I wanted. Ever. A matter of fact, it often gave me the opposite and still does, but today, I embrace it. I lean into it. I realize I have more with less. That inner peace, that ability to reach a stillness, it all can’t be self manufactured for it is already all around me every single day making me, like you, very, very, rich 👌🏼