...if not completely destroying it!
I don't swim, but I love going to the beach. I love going to the pier at 2am. Dark. Stars. Crashing waves. Alone. Hoping the ocean will wash up some treasure that will save me. Change me. Forgive me. Hold me.
A friend called me the other day trying to make me feel better about my poor financial situation, he said, "Jerry, you are not poor. It's a fact, you are far from it. You are extremely wealthy."
On the floor, staring at my ceiling in the dark, I replayed that conversation over and over in my head. I started dreaming about all the lost treasures of the world sitting on the ocean floor, waiting in fat rotting wooden chests, spilling over with gold, diamonds, gems and guarded by giant octopi. If we had more arms, we could hug more, touch more, feel more, multitask.
Began thinking how close I might have come to real wealth by hiking past some lost loot from a bank robbery. Missing the chance to collect a reward for saving a kidnapped girl, because I was in a hurry to get gas and didn't recognize her from the Amber Alert, sitting in the truck next to my pump. Neglecting that lonely elderly person who was extremely wealthy but didn't flaunt it, who died and had no friendly people in his life to leave his possessions to. Letting the profits from that bestselling book I never wrote slip through the fingers of my mind. Not working hard enough at making the relationship grow with that woman who loved and inspired me to follow my dreams and encouraged me to continue when all seemed lost. All of that so easily can get washed away, if you don't watch it closely.
Maybe the wealth I want, all that I need, is within. All that I want can be found here inside. Maybe you can help me find it in me and I can help you find it in you. I need to reframe my thoughts. I shall ignore the lack and from now on look at all that I have.
What do I already have? If you like it, I'll share it with you if you share with me.
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