Quote:
Originally Posted by Fluribus
"Some people say they gonna die some day. I got news, you never got to go."
I am impoverished, and yet I live. I am crippled, and yet I have joy. I am awake, and yet I dream. I am trapped, and yet I am free. I am too little, and yet I am too much.
When worry tries to grab onto me, I kill it without compunction. I am free from the rat race. The ruling rats run, fight, fear, and die. Are they truly better off than I?
<Play sappy music.> |
And I understand that the richer a person is the more likely to have things like heart trouble and ulcers simply because they are always worrying about their $$$. Who has it? Where is it? Is it safe in the bank I use? Can anyone steal it out of my account? etc. It seems the more riches you have in this life the less peace you have in your own mind.