... Depending on the exact situation it almost sounds like that's just making money for money's sake. The nexus between money and the lifestyle or choice it can be used to purchase doesn't seem to exist here and is something that does not compute in my reality. If you've already got more than enough to live on, and you don't have a vague idea of what you will use future funds for, it almost seems pointless. Making money just for 'more choice' (when you already have more choice than you could ever require or know what to do with) could almost be seen as a mental illness IMO
If one finds himself wanting to make money for money's sake, it's likely he hasn't found the dream of his life, yet. A dream, when found, will provide him unlimited energy, unlimited passion, unlimited creativity. This dream has nothing to do with money. Everything is about the person he wants to be.
As it takes money to build the Taj Mahal, his dream needs lots of planning to get there, lots of money to build and lots of time to reach its grandiosity.
Fighting off his limited background, countless words of cautions from others, and the deep doubtfulness within himself, he started building with his bare hands.
Each day passes, he finds works become a bit easier. He starts to learn new skills, all little things he had never knew before.
Stone by stone. Rock by rock. Paver by paver.
Each stone is cast with love, each rock is handled with tender, each paver is laid with care.
He realises it is not all that bad. He actually enjoys the work.
Each day he lives with joy, each moment he lives with energy, each night he sleeps with eagerness.
An eagerness that night, his angel will appear to show him the solution to the problem he had the day before. An eagerness to see himself in the glory moment of final success. An eagerness to wake up soon to continue where he left off.
He tells to himself: "This is the life I always want to be, the life I choose, the life I love.
A life of joy, a life of care, a life of sharing. A life of intent, a life of purpose, a life of passion.
A life with no fear, no comparison, no resentment.
A life with no mask, no lie, no disguise.
Because it's a life of mine, of my truthfulness, of my self being.
A life devoted for the purpose I dearly love, the purpose I trust, the purpose I believe"
He continues to build, and build, and build. Higher each day the building goes up. There are times when he hits set back, but he never sees it as faillure. Just time to reflect, learn and adjust. Then continues he builds.
One day, he suddenly notices a difference. Somehow, it looks brighter this day. More air, more breeze, more birds singing.
Taking his eyes off the brick he is holding and looking around, he suddenly realises the change around him.
Where he stood when he started, no longer a lowly hole in a filthy swamp. It is now an open view looking far away into the horizon.
He sees the mountain ranges far beyond with white clouds dancing around its tops. The stretching blue ocean plays joyfully with the little cargo ships in its belly. The sunrays weave through his hair, caressing his skins, heating up his lips.
He feels so excited now. The joy quickly rises through his body, through his heart, through this mind, through the cloud nine above.
He lets out a loud scream, a scream of joy, of excitement, of a life fulfilled. He screams so hard, yet the tears keep flowing out of his eyes. The tears that have been kept in there for so long, gushing out endlessly, reaching down the ground and running away like a current.
Looking down, he sees where he stands on, is not a building.
It is a pyramid rising up high above the ground. So high that it has clouds wrapping around its base. Actually, he can not see where the base is.
And he sees, there are little people climbing up the sides of the pyramid, looking up at him, eyes bathing in his aura.
He realises how far his dream has gone...
