allan

I've been thinking about what it means to be "successful". I sit downtown and watch suits scurry like ants, in cadence to a drum I can't hear. I think about these "people" who spend their entire lives toiling, and for what, to be "successful". Well how successful are you when on your dying day you realize you have squandered your existence on a goal that doesn't even exist. What is good about financial gain if you can't take it with you. I feel badly, i wish that i could make them see, make them understand that life is and always was about one thing.......and that is joy. I want to lie on my bed at my time of death, and with my last concious thought,like a screaming monument, i want to say to myself...."now that was a life worth living"....what i want to know is how many of you can say that.......how many of you have thrown aside the ascott and the blazer, for a life that holds real meaning. A life without a mercedes, a life without a stockbroker, a life without worrying about the next big meeting........a life worth living!