Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
~ William Shakespeare
Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.
~ Benjamin Franklin
There are people who have money and people who are rich.
~ Coco Chanel
This is rich. Sitting by the poolside, enjoying time to yourself, watching the children play with their blow-up ball splashing in the children's pool. No rush in getting to work, no pressure to meet a deadline. Nice clear sky in cool weather complementing the inviting waters. You just might jump in.
This is rich. Book in hand relaxing at the neighbourhood cafe at the start of the day. People watching. Scurrying citizens on their way to work, all dressed in their Sunday best which has become an every day best instead. Sunday is the time to wear slacks.
This is rich. Enjoying a game of tennis to work up a sweat before heading for a nice simple English breakfast at the nearby restaurant. Laughing, teasing, applauding with every ill-timed return and with every fluke. It's all in good fun.
This is rich. Having a chat with a total stranger while in the queue in the supermarket. A curiosity question or remark started it all. Your conversation ends when your turn arrives but trade name cards to keep in contact. A year later, you two turn out to be good friends.
This is rich. Taking a plane ride to visit the place of your choice. You spend a week, two, maybe more, experiencing new food, practices, even picking up a new language (vaguely). Exploring cultures and its history. Stepping into the unknown. Perhaps making a friend or two. Your world becomes much larger than you expected.
This is rich. Volunteering to help out with some charity work. Peeking into the lives of total strangers. You see happy faces and troubled ones as well. You feel, you think, you realize life is precious and yet unfair. Perhaps you'll be a better person. Perhaps you'll see a troubled face smile.
This is rich. Your children jump into bed waking you up with their giggles and glee. You chase them out of the room so you can continue with your dream of winning the lottery. You go back to bed and the dream changes to you with the winnings in your arms. Your children being the prize.
Where's the richness in money for money's sake?
Cheers,
~K