My Material Wealth

Looking at the ever-aging face staring back in the mirror one must realize the impertinence of time. It brings to light the idea that "Beauty is it's own currency". Well if that's to believed as true, then as each second ticks into oblivion we are gradually depreciating. Wealth is in the eye of the beholder, thus it should be understood that we give value to objects, and as well ultimately give value to ourselves. If your only worthy dealings are dependent upon time, then you're essentially an expiration date; used goods only getting older, uglier, cheaper with every day that passes, and thus your moral grounds will be equally faulting. What is your material wealth?

See the ghost of creases making their way upon your visage, the scars of existence making it all the more weathered, and yet you must remain content with the shell of you wearing away, so long as the most vital parts can remain uncorrupted. Hair follicles thinning to fine sheaths; morning blindness a reminder of failing optic orbs; countless muscle aches protesting the lodestone of being. It will only grow exponentially from here, and it is better that we come to terms with the fact that we are a deteriorating outer shell whose core is the true beauty of our species. The compassion, creativity, perseverance, humor, and capacity for love are all what can never wither.

Material wealth can and always will be bankruptcy. For the hawkers out there that preach riches and fame, may we never hear the seductive siren music of rampant luxury. The powerful aroma of excess and ennui seducing us all into imbuing the least worthy parts of this world with the most importance--it ends when you realize your own self-worth. It ends when you stop letting objects define you, and begin showing the world that only you define you. Tear apart the notion of living for others. Take up the mantle of carving yourself out of the rough, and regardless of the minor imperfections, the final product is you, and you entirely.