Money And Love

P Paul Hartal
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She was reading a book on a bench. He recognized her. Years ago He had a crush on her in high school. So what is now your luminous goal in life? ” She asked. “Money and fame”, he said. “Your answer is more disappointing Than surprising”, she said. “Why? You don’t want money and fame? ” “No, I don’t want money and fame.” “You’re a hypocrite.” “This sneer was predictable, but I really Don’t want money and fame.” “Why? You don’t need money to buy Food, clothes and other necessities? ” “Of course I need. However, I am talking About priorities. I don’t live to make Money; I make money to live”, she said. “I see. But how can you be happy If you are not rich? ” he asked. “I don’t believe that happiness really Can emanate from wealth. My neighbor won millions in the casinos Of Las Vegas but he is still depressed. And a lot of unhappy rich and famous People walk the streets out there.” “So what is it that you really desire in life? ” “Peace, well-being and contentment.” “That’s all? ” She gave him a gentle and exploring look. “No”, she said. “That’s not all. I desire to have an inner fortune that Eclipses all the external thrills of the world. I want to love and to be loved.”

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