In middle school science, what I was taught about Matter is basically that it is anything that has weight and occupy space. I had to navigate adulthood to realize this definition is DEEPLY POOR. Part of my clarity (learnt in deep misery) is the truth that most humans actually live in the prison of matter—the ownership of things; because people are so poor all they have is money. I grew to understand that poor billionaires exist, languishing in the pettiness and smallness of having plenty outside and nothing inside. In a world obsessed with symbols of success—labels, possessions, titles—we often forget that existence itself does not derive its credibility from things, but from meaning. Those who miss this weighty idea will forever be in hustle-mode, chasing reflections of worth all their life, and never experiencing true worth. Having a lot of money in the process, yet lacking meaning. Meaning, in this sense, is the intrinsic alignment of one’s existence with a purpose beyond mere s...
Adding Value to time