© 2014 Lynsey

Gold in the gutter


Recently I was exposed to a situation where I felt poor.

This is utterly ridiculous, because I’m anything but poor.

I am a very long way from being rich too, but then 99 out of 100 people are in the same boat.

I’m not poor. I have an abundance of food choices around me. I have warm and comfortably dry clothing, accommodation, and, for better or worse, I have a day job to keep the cash flow running. I’m surrounded by people who care about me, and some love me. I can read and write, do maths, drive a car and a computer, and I have a cellphone.

Not everyone in the world has these things, and I’m very humbled and grateful to have what I do have.

So, why did I feel poor?

I was looking in expensive interiors shops. My magpie eye liked some of the things I saw and I lusted after them. At the same time my inner self was slapping me around the ears – “What are you thinking? Where would you store that crap? You’ll spend all your time looking after it. You’re paying $10 for some thing that didn’t cost $1 to make, and it’s got a resale value of 10% of that.”

I tell you, when my inner voice fires up it had plenty to say.

So, to be clear, I’m feeling poor and a little sorry for myself because I wouldn’t afford to buy some overpriced junk that I didn’t need, or want (really), or had any way to store.

It’s more than a little like being confounded by some magic spell.

Pft! Poor indeed.

Manifesto
05. Every day is now. The present moment.
17. Every day look through a new lens.
20. Every day say thank you.

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