Psalm 49
I could wrap this Psalm up in one very familiar sentence, "He who dies with the most toys still dies."
But, I suppose you click on the link for a little more than that, so let me give it a whirl.
First, a simple question: What do you think of when you hear "He who dies with the most toys still dies"? Does it make you think of people with a lot of things and how they sometimes act like their things make them more important? Does it make you think that you have too much stuff and you need to get rid of some of the clutter? Does it make you think that it would still be nice to have a lot of toys now?
While I am sure that there are more answers, those are the three that pop into my mind, because those are the three that I have thought from time to time. Truthfully I don't think any of them are the right answer. If I first think of stuck up people I am being judgmental. If I first think of decluttering I am simply wanting to make my life simpler. If I think about wanting more things I am being selfish.
How do I think we should answer the question you ask? I think that we need to come to a simple realization that the toys don't matter. Having a lot of them doesn't matter. Having fewer of them doesn't matter. Having none of them doesn't matter. They may cause momentary joy or distress, but in the end they don't matter. They are physical and physical doesn't last, not in ourselves, not in relationships, not in anything. What matters is that everyone will die and it is highly important what we do with our lives while our lungs are moving.
So...a second question: What are you going to do with the time you have left?
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