Nomad’s NOMAD
Friday, July 14th, 2006
Warren Buffett is to be giving 85% of his wealth to charity?
I could easily top that.
I’d give away 100% of my hard-earned and most cherished asset.
Anyway, what’s the use of 85% of a coffee-maker? To be enjoyed fully like I did, it should be given away whole.
My coffee-maker is all that I can truly say as a fruit of labor. I bought it when I was an employee.
All other material things that I use and enjoy are not, ah, the fruits of my labor. They are blessings or I’ll just say I am only a steward.
If the line “I am just a passing-through” on one of the Christian hymns were true (which, by faith, I believe so), then, I am a nomad’s nomad. For, if, someone will ask everyone to take their hard-earned possessions and move along, I’d be like a fly hovering above the heads of everyone else who - as if they were stuck in the mud - couldn’t move.
I am proud of it in the sense that I thank God for allowing the course of other people’s generosity lead to, um, me.
My loved ones believe that, to say the least, I have flashes of brilliance which I could use in my profession to earn some money so I could improve my personal asset, even if only just to make it plural.
Maybe I am like a stream in early April: the only way of knowing it’s a stream is that, well, there is supposed to be water flowing right on that spot.
It should not cause the heart to be troubled though, for wet season is just around the corner.
Blessings… The only nagging little burden that hangs onto it is the guilt of undeserved reward.
