We live with this tortured feeling that we must create that which in reality we have the privilege of finding.

Death reminds us that life is a temporary privilege, not an endless right.

My life is too often driven by the fear of the next moment verses focusing on the privilege that I have the next moment.

Until I realize that it’s all I gift, I can hold all of it and yet receive none of it.

If my heart is set on pursuing real treasures, my mind must be fixed solely on the privilege of enjoying them and freed of the obsession of owning them.

It’s not about some principled debate as to whether I should focus on what I have, or on what I don’t have. Rather, it’s about being thankful that I have the privilege to enjoy the former, and the opportunity to contemplate the latter.