Sunday, October 13, 2013
As my Father-in-Law used to remind me, "Pigs won't eat it"
So you've gotten all the credentials you'll ever need to keep a job with "the company" for twenty years. And your hair has grown thin and gray, and your eyes dim. You look back upon your life, and you see the accumulation of money as the standard by which your success will be measured.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.*
Oh, I suppose your money-obsessed corpse will be dressed up in a nicer suit and displayed in a flashier casket and handled by a more prestigious funeral home and buried under a more impressive block of marble. Do you really think you'll lay more comfortably in your opulent little box? Or maybe you think that in your final moments of life, you'll be grateful for all the hours you put into trying to squeeze every dollar out of it.
I bet you never even considered this little nugget of advice:
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven....for where your treasure is, there your heart will be
Naw, I'm sure you were too busy blathering away with your Money Managers, sweating over every quarter-point and every dime. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Doesn't sound that much fun to me. Oh, but you don't know me. Let me introduce myself- I'm the guy who is going to die someday, just like you. I won't leave a pile of gold, and I'm sure as hell not going to be placed under a monument to myself and my ego. I'm going to be scattered to the wind while you wait to be eaten by worms. What do we have in common? Like I said, we are both going to be dead someday.
And that's about it. I don't care about money, except that for it's use as a way to bring a few moments of happiness to someone else. Maybe I'll get lucky and die rich. More likely I'll die poor. You seem to see a big difference. I don't see any, except that I'm not spending five minutes a day worrying about my money. As long as I have enough to buy someone a bagel and someone else a bag of candy now and then, I have more than enough.
And you? All your money won't another minute buy.***