Simple Things

Ever wonder what it would be like to be so rich that you could have every single thing you ever wanted? I’ll be honest; sometimes I wonder how my life would be like if I were *filthy rich. I’d be afraid that I would go crazy buying everything and any thing I ever wanted.

But wouldn’t you think that that would get dull sooner or later? I mean how many fabulous shoes can you wear? How much gorgeous jewelry can you drape yourself with? How many cars do you really need? Don’t you think you’d get weary about having each and every thing you ever wanted?

Sometimes it’s the simple things that turn out to be the best things. Years ago I wanted a leather jacket so badly it hurt. When I had enough money to buy one, I picked out a gorgeous maroon one that fitted me perfectly. I wore it every day, weather permitting. I remember thinking that I would wear that jacket every day for the rest of my life.

I no longer have it because I got bored of it. In fact, I gave it away to a cousin who adored it. I don’t miss it, either, and I love thinking about how happy it made my cousin to have it. Turns out that it usually is the simple things (rather than the expensive ones) that matters most.

Simple things can turn out to be the most beloved things. Go figure.

*The term “filthy rich” reminds me of a show I saw years ago. It was about a family who was extremely wealthy; everyone had whatever they wanted and spared no expense. But bad times came, and they lost all their money. When the family was picking up the pieces of their new lives without money, the youngest girl said, “we were filthy rich; now we’re just filthy!”

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