Is It Worth Living For?
People live for something. Or, someone.
Money. Cars. Spouse, kids. Mom, Dad. Friends. Business success. A job. Sports.
Fame. Sex. Food. Travels. A cause. Making a contribution. Fighting for a cause. Possessions, comfort.
The list is varied and endless. Depends. Every one is unique.
I had a millionaire client who loved buying lots of stuff. Her house was full of favorite things, like antiques, potteries, and furnitures.
That's her passion. To collect those things. She even had framed photographs holding her favorite collections.
But these stuff she collects and spends a lot of money and time on, are they worth living for?
Many years ago, I was part of a Manila-based newspaper where I had a column.
I was a young man in search of true happiness through the writings I did.
One column I wrote was entitled "Impermanence."
In that piece, I lamented about how all things are fleeting. I get this or get that because I thought it will make me happy.
Only to realize, something is always missing.
A measure of enjoyment, yes. But the happiness or satisfaction soon fades away.
Nothing this world offers fully satisfies. Even the good things.
C.S. Lewis writes, "God cannot give us happiness and peace apart from Himself. There is no such thing."
What are you living for? Is it worth it?
Money. Cars. Spouse, kids. Mom, Dad. Friends. Business success. A job. Sports.
Fame. Sex. Food. Travels. A cause. Making a contribution. Fighting for a cause. Possessions, comfort.
The list is varied and endless. Depends. Every one is unique.
I had a millionaire client who loved buying lots of stuff. Her house was full of favorite things, like antiques, potteries, and furnitures.
That's her passion. To collect those things. She even had framed photographs holding her favorite collections.
But these stuff she collects and spends a lot of money and time on, are they worth living for?
Many years ago, I was part of a Manila-based newspaper where I had a column.
I was a young man in search of true happiness through the writings I did.
One column I wrote was entitled "Impermanence."
In that piece, I lamented about how all things are fleeting. I get this or get that because I thought it will make me happy.
Only to realize, something is always missing.
A measure of enjoyment, yes. But the happiness or satisfaction soon fades away.
Nothing this world offers fully satisfies. Even the good things.
C.S. Lewis writes, "God cannot give us happiness and peace apart from Himself. There is no such thing."
What are you living for? Is it worth it?