putting my money where my mouth is... recent events have made me ponder more on what the world means to me. i live here, i eat & sleep here. but i'm headed for much more. i'm meant to do more (than just eat & sleep)...

the problem with being (blessed with) rich (things) is the idea that it remains with us. every waking day, loved ones, strangers, people pass away like the leaves in the Fall. what more of ianimate objects? my attachment would lead to despair, in the false hopes that the one with the most toys wins. how ludicrous! the problem is not my possessions but my inability to let go...

money is NOT the root of all evil. neither is temptation. the fault lies in my attachment to me; it's all about me. if so then i would not need much help in acquiring a life of misery...

putting my money where my mouth is means i value the worth in what i've been given, and give it away. the rich man in today's world will be wiser for it. sharing is not just for camels.