I believed that an abundance of possessions would make me happy. I bought friends, my entourage following me around faithfully as long as the money and parties flowed. I took security in my future by how much I could stash. During these anxious moments, I felt pressured. Pursued by the need to get more, to be more, to gather and gather until my storehouse was overflowing. The more I gained, the greater the need to protect my belongings. I started packing guns and rigging traps. Becoming obsessed with security, holding on to my little corner of the world. Sorry man I was, now that I had all this, money, women, “friends”, pretty things and wild times, I felt burdened with the care of a shaking empire. The weight bore heavy on me, knowing that if I skipped a beat I would lose it all. Responsibilities put their chains on me and whipped me into submission.
The pressure slowly drove me down. Finally, in an economic suicide, I began to let all these things fall through my fingers; every moment of letting go felt like razors drawn across my soul. Left with nothing, but a hurting body, tortured by abuse and late nights; I found myself there, broke, lonely, hurting, and questioning. My prayers turned from, “protect my stuff lord”, to “thank you for this beautiful day and health”. Slowly as I turned from my selfish pursuits and let my “stuff” go, I rebuilt my life. Things are building again, however, I hold them loosely. I am more than my things and my friends. This time I am going to be successful, without the burden of having to be a success. Let go, look for those things which are above what you can see. You’ll then have riches without sorrow.
“The blessing of the Lord makes one rich and He adds no sorrow to it.” ~ Proverbs
First posted at: Opinions Of Eye
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I’m an apologist and an apostate. I’ve been knocked down, way down, and fought my way back up, way up. I’ve been an advocate of peace and a destroyer of the same, in a word, I am dichotomy. A battle of polar opposites.
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