“It is good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good too, to check up once in a while and make sure you haven’t lost the things money can’t buy.” –George Lorimer, 1867-1937, Editor of Saturday Evening Post
I have lost the things money can’t buy. I sold my soul to the devil for a paycheck and now I can’t seem to get the things back that really count, like love, honesty, friendship, trust, truth, adventure, serendipity, spontaneousness, family.
I can visualize all I want to but that doesn’t seem to be working either. I mean, how do I visualize what I want when I don’t even have a good handle on what I need? Does this happen to you, too?
I love the world around me. I love nature. I love people. I love adventure. I love the spur-of-the-moment. What happened to those things?
I watch the news. I read the paper. I ignore people around me. I don’t smile. I feel trapped in a little cocoon that’s shaped like me. Am I reflecting the news, the paper, the people around me?