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Being broke is making me rich
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Twenty-three dollars to my name, driving a car on the verge of a breakdown to a house for which I pray I will have enough rent for September.
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By Molly Lynn Smits
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Friday, August 15, 2008 |
The ironic thing about the fact that I am just scraping by financially is that I am getting by. For as little as I have, I am so rich. I have a vehicle to drive, I am so rich. I have shelter in a home with my own bedroom, I am so rich. I have a fridge that has food to eat in it, I am so rich. I have water that is safe to drink, I am so rich.
Something that has taken me years to be able to say is that I am blessed with exactly what I need. And I know sometimes that I want more, sometimes I think satisfaction is found in things. I would call that human nature. I almost convince myself that I need these "things"; Laura Mercier makeup, Free People dresses, Coach purses, plasma televisions, Harley Davidson motorcycles, all the latest, greatest "necessities." But I know this: if I am not content with what I have, I will never be content with what I think I need to have. That's a profound statement, and I like to say it out loud. If I am not content with what I have, I will never be content with what I think I need to have.
Life is short, a moment in true time. Spending life with the almighty dollar as my deliverance is the biggest mistake I could ever plan on regretting. So I won't be consumed with greed. I simply won't. Today I reflect on what I do have, which is everything I need. Today I am able to say I am truly rich.
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Last Updated ( Saturday, August 16, 2008 )
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