I’m not rich (by American standards); not even well to do. Middle class lies somewhere just beyond the next hill. I have some experience with being poor. However, that was some years ago and I was never very good at it. I had to modify some dreams to escape, but so far, I have avoided going back. I’m not complaining. I’m just telling it like it is. Wealth is a poor way to judge the quality of one’s life or to predict future happiness.
For my oldest son’s fifth Christmas I drew him a picture of the Starship Enterprise. It was a 2x3 foot crayon on butcher paper. Rather well done if I do say so myself. Almost certainly youthful poverty shaped his character. However, given the curse of paternal genes he had to overcome, he’s reasonably well adjusted; which is a good thing since he carries a gun.
It may be cliché, but there really are some things money can’t buy. Contentment comes from a steadfast pursuit of that which transcends time. Contentment fills without envy; satisfies without regard to quantity; and brings peace without surrendering vision. “But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition. For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”
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