The other night I overheard an man, who looked to be in his 90’s say, “He invested with me and died a rich man.”
The more I thought about it, the more I had to laugh. So the investor died and he had a lot of money. Where is that money now for him?
Everyone knows they are going to die someday and all the toys they accumulated and experiences they have created will be gone. Yet people blindly plunder the planet and hurry to and fro to get more goodies for themselves. They want to add more money, more stuff to do on their bucket lists, surround themselves with material objects to make themselves feel solid and permanent. They want others to admire them, so when they die, someone can say, “He died a rich man.”
We also know, deep within, that we are eternal souls. Anyone who has the slightest power of observation knows, somewhere inside, that all this stuff around us can be burned, stolen, rot away, and perish. People will forget us (unless we ceaselessly strive to make a name for ourselves and leave our imprint on history). Our material bodies and all the trinkets we amass around us will vanish. But there is something that stays. It is not tangible. But we know it is there. And that cannot be destroyed.
It shows itself to us in our deepest moments of peace, bliss, and understanding. It is not about adding more, accumulating more. It is about peace and space. This is the peace that lies within and is there for everyone. But if we continue to restlessly strive to grab up a bunch of experiences and objects we will miss it.
The more I thought about it, the more I had to laugh. So the investor died and he had a lot of money. Where is that money now for him?
Everyone knows they are going to die someday and all the toys they accumulated and experiences they have created will be gone. Yet people blindly plunder the planet and hurry to and fro to get more goodies for themselves. They want to add more money, more stuff to do on their bucket lists, surround themselves with material objects to make themselves feel solid and permanent. They want others to admire them, so when they die, someone can say, “He died a rich man.”
We also know, deep within, that we are eternal souls. Anyone who has the slightest power of observation knows, somewhere inside, that all this stuff around us can be burned, stolen, rot away, and perish. People will forget us (unless we ceaselessly strive to make a name for ourselves and leave our imprint on history). Our material bodies and all the trinkets we amass around us will vanish. But there is something that stays. It is not tangible. But we know it is there. And that cannot be destroyed.
It shows itself to us in our deepest moments of peace, bliss, and understanding. It is not about adding more, accumulating more. It is about peace and space. This is the peace that lies within and is there for everyone. But if we continue to restlessly strive to grab up a bunch of experiences and objects we will miss it.
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