#4 Postby Thierry_Gironde » Wed May 03, 2006 4:15 pm
I don't know if we were "rich," but my family was very, perhaps overly comfortable. Nice house, a few cars, vacation homes, household staff (only my nanny was live-in,) etc. None of that ever really made me feel rich, on the inside that is. When you can have everything you want regardless of price, how can you know what anything is worth?
Then my father died, and everything was empty. All of the things I enjoyed while he was alive, all of those luxuries and needless things, they all meant nothing and thinking back, those material things were all that I really knew or had of him. It is sometimes still sad for me to think that the only physical remnants he left were impersonal, price-tagged things.
So when I think "rich" now, I think more in terms of value or existential/experiential/teleological worth. In that respect, there are two things that really stand out to me: first, seeing something unspoken and beautiful, so moving that to say anything about it demeans it; and second, those rare but intense bonds that we sometimes find in others, the kind where you might go for months without talking, but upon meeting again, find that it's like you pick up right where you were last.
Yeah, interesting question...definitely.
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