Gold Dust

Life is but a series of vanishing moments.
Each one is beautiful by itself when fully absorbed.
No one would argue that a bowl of rice isn't a feast for he who went a week without food.
Or that a single kiss on the cheek would bring rapture to the one with no love.
That a sound, a single momentary chuckle of a son would be a symphony.

Why is it we know abundance only when compared to absence?

I remember when my young son first learned to tell a 'joke' and whatever I said would make him laugh. I thought to myself, 'this is gold dust.'

This is the treasure of life that is so very fleeting.

We become poor, not when markets crash and we lose the things of this world we are only borrowing anyway.

We become poor the moment we don't realize the moment for all the abundance it is.


This post is dedicated to my beautiful son - and my beautiful wife who lent him to me.