I love people who count their riches.
It’s not about the money. Money is worthless in itself. It’s not even about having all the stuff. Though I have less than many, I have much more than I need. Currently I am struggling with too much stuff and it is suffocating. I am feeling the need to get rid of much of it and that process is a pain in the neck. Lots of stuff isn’t the goal for many of us, and this isn’t that kind of riches I love.
No, I love it when people look at their lives, whatever state they are in, and notice all of the good they possess.
It may take some practice to get into living a life that celebrates this. The world is full of angry, ungrateful people who wallow in despair and undermine other human beings. What a way to spend your life!
So instead of counting your money, how about counting the number of people you love? How about adding up the number of people you were kind to in a specific day? How about making your circle bigger and bigger and including those on the perimeter into it? How big can you make that circle?
I love people who count their riches as those who want, love, and care for them, and give riches away to others.
“We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty.” — Mother Theresa