I am very fortunate.
I do not have a lot of money or wealth.
But I have enough.
I live in a huge house. I have so much space. Almost to much.
I have 40 pairs of socks.
I eat well every day.
I have internet access.
I have clean water.
My parents are well and alive.
They live in another country.
I have enough money to go and see them sometimes.
I can call them on my smartphone.
I can afford to have a child.
My child goes to kindergarten. Where I live it’s for free.
I can afford medical care.
I am very fortunate.
I can afford buying organic food.
I can grow my own vegetables.
I have time to read books and make drawings with my child.
I have beautiful shirts.
I can buy old suitcases in flea markets.
I have vases and decorative objects in my home.
My house is warm when ever I want it.
I know how to make maki rolls and chop wood.
Sometimes I chop wood.
My house has a fireplace.
I am so rich that I can allow myself to make long walks every day.
I take time to talk to cows.
I do not buy a lot of things.
I already have enough.
I do not really throw things away. I reuse them.
That is how rich I am.
And fortunate.
I know things.
I had a good education.
It made me open minded.
And I was so fortunate to be smart enough to stop and listen.
I wish we could all be this fortunate.
I really do.
a visual artists writings on art, life, politics, love, ethics, psychology, pets, environment, bullshit - you name it.
Thursday, 6 May 2021
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