Is something wrong with me?

 

I think something must be wrong with me.

So many people are concerned with money and things

And I just don't seem to have that gene.

The way I see it, people are overly consumed

With thoughts of how to amass wealth.

They want nice cars, big houses, and fancy things so they can feel like they have arrived. And then when they get the things on the first list, It's still not enough and they want to upgrade or expand.

I wonder what it is all for.

Do things really bring peace or happiness?

The really ‘funny’ thing is that somewhere along the way the thoughts shift.

Fear has a new face and we see another kind of preoccupation.

It's no longer will I have enough? but rather, can I keep my stuff?

Will someone rob me and take away all that I have worked for?

Will those left behind cherish what I sacrificed for?

They enter the world of fear of the unknown.

People are fearful of what they have no control over.

But they want control so they lock everything up, install alarms,

And create wills to dictate who gets what.

They also dangle their things in their loved ones faces

And threaten to re-write the will if you do this or if you don't do that.

Worse yet, some become paranoid,

Thinking people want them dead so they can get their inheritance.

Materiality can do strange things to people.

I'm sure glad money and things don't move me.

Some say it's because I was born with such.

That could be it but maybe not.

I ponder and I observe the preoccupations

And I conclude that whatever the reason,

I sure am glad I don't have the gatta get it, gatta have it bug.

After all, everything we 'own' on this earth is merely temporary.

It will either rot, be lost, or be left behind.

So while I am passing through this earth,

I try not to hold anything too close.

I'm gonna use what I can use, give what I can give,

And thank God for it all.

I want to be mindful not to hoard, not to obsess

'Cause in the end, it's all just stuff!