Why is there so much built around gain? The need for more. Why? What is enough? When will it be enough? Why isn’t it enough? Is it external or internal? Are we giving in to companies, ads, and marketing? Or are you trying to fulfill a need, an emptiness, a childhood loss? Is it depression? Keeping up with the Jones’?
Stop. Breathe. Pause. Wait.
Time is the greatest asset we have. It is the most expensive, consuming asset we have. Yet, we do not think of it, or picture it, or spend, or treat it that way.
What are we gaining when we work to get more? Things. Yet, losing time. If we work but do not gain things, then we are stocking piling money for death. Which, we can all assume the money stays, we go.
Maybe, you are one of those that loves what they do. Does not feel the need to buy things. Is not trying to fill a hole in your life. Make mommy and daddy proud. Prove to that bully from school you made it, etc. Congrats you are an outlier. That is awesome.
I am giving up things to have time with my daugther. To be with her. To be present. To show her happiness is not a big house, money in the bank, things, things, and more things (except books, lllloooovvvveeee books, all the books, more books – “HOW I SPEND MONEY” Print – Scribbles Shop).
I think it shows her what really matters. It shows her what is important. She is not competing with me. She is not competing for me. She is not living up to some random standard. Some arbitrary goal. She is enough and I love her. We have libraries and cheap Michael’s crafts a couple days after every holiday. We sit and read together. We wrestle. We laugh. We play dolls. I give her time and space. Calm.
I am not making a lot of money, but I am spending my time wisely. What if, when I die, I am living in a studio apartment and only have the shirt on my back? As I am ready to pass my daughter asks, “Do you wish you had more stuff?”
My answer would be: “I spent and invested wisely. Now it is time.”
When I leave this world, my daugther will have pictures painted, words written, books read, and time with her father.
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