Life, a Four Lettered Word
Life, eventually is a four lettered word. You can live in all the fancy apartments and buy the most expensive watch, yet, money is still paper you can replace. People find themselves attached to materialistic things, confusing them for feelings of being rich and wealthy but being rich - being truly rich is being fortunate enough to having souls you call home and inexplicable feelings no new furniture or phone can replace.
Your life isn’t defined by what kind of wines you buy or where you bought your shirt. It’s not which restaurants you choose to dine in or how often you can afford vacations. It’s the way you can choose to approach people whether you have a dollar in your pocket or more than enough to buy ten dinners.
When you pass, you want to be remembered as being someone who lived well, who lived with kindness in their soul, so much you could burn the sun for outshining it. It’s the moments you spend touching others, and if you can change people’s worlds, even if it’s just planting new flowers in the garden of someone who doesn’t believe they have a green thumb, then you are living well.