wanting to be rich. Thinking that life would be so much better if I just had more money. I could live more comfortably.
But life wasn’t given to me so I could accumulate wealth and buy all the material things I’ve ever wanted.
It was a gift so that through my life, I could enrich someone else’s. That someone’s life would never be the same without me, and I wouldn’t be me without them.
In love, I am rich.