I remind myself no one holds it all, not even the emperors, not even the faces that I thought lived above all I wanted, I remind myself money has its own walls, it builds houses but not homes, it buys silks but not peace of mind, I remind myself perfection, respect, and affection, these are not for sale no matter how much gold you press underneath, I remind myself the cure is not in the chase anymore, but in teaching my heart to want less of it all…
I confess I have envied them, those who shine with abundance, as if their smiles were the only proof of their own happiness I confess I have counted my deficit louder than with what I already have, measuring myself against any false weight, I confess I begged for doors that closed and cursed my fate, and blind to the windows that are already open, I confess I carried emptiness like a kind of badge, never noticing how full my hands already were from the start…
I believe the richest person is not the one who gathers, but the one who refuses to be starved by all noises and desire, I believe contentment is not some kind of weakness, it is a quiet rebellion against endless burning urge to be unsatisfied, I believe to use well what I already have is an act of dignity, discovering that hidden power to what is still unknown, I believe joy is not even bought, it is grown in the soil of acceptance, watered by gratitude and embracing all kinds of life conditions…
I know desire will whisper again and again, promising freedom in the next thing, the next brighter thing, the next newer thing, I know I will stumble back into longing, back into the ache of “not enough,” stumble back into the ache of being “unsatisfied”, I know but I also know I can answer differently now, with a softer voice, a wiser hand, and with a simple after reflection I know peace is not the absence of wanting, but in the presence of choice in what I allow myself to want and to desire…
So I choose today not to beg the world for more, but to claim myself with being satisfied, So I choose to cheerfully spend what I already hold, turning small into simply sacred, So I choose to rewrite the equation, not by adding, but by accepting what is minimal, So I choose to find my freedom in contentment, my dignity in sufficiency and happiness in creativity So I choose to live light, to live full, without needing to buy what cannot be sold and appreciating what is free…
Watchwords: • Rich in gratitude, not in gold • Enough is its own freedom • Desire shrinks when you choose • Use what is in your hands • Change the story by wanting less
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
