Riches?

When I was little, I dreamt that my dad would take me somewhere far away and rich. With time, I realised this was far from going to happen. I realised that I had to make my own the riches. My dad could give me all the money in the world, but the rich land was never going to be enough. There was misery, competition, loneliness.

From our land we could see far away a small island. This island, this land, was filled with joy and happiness. There was no luxury, but people had something else. They had vibrant souls. And these souls, with their transmission of happiness and love made sure there was always enough. They shared everything with love and kindness, knowing that nature would provide for them what they needed.

From my rich land I looked at this place and dreamt of going there.
But the journey there was scary. The sea was vast and I would have to leave what I knew behind. I would have to leave to my security and my comfort. The tides could change and I could face difficulties on the way. If I was to return to the rich land I would have to start from the bottom again.

But one day, one day, I made the decision. I left my gifts, my riches and my luxury behind and I dived. I dived into the big blue ocean. I was filled with fear, but that soon passed. I was halfway there. I had already swam through the waves. I could see the other island. I lost the fear because I knew that on the other side, they had something no one else had. They had love - the greatest gift of happiness. And as I swam, I felt more alive than ever.