Semi-Rich White People
Why do we think that we are so wonderful and great and awesome because we have a bigger bank account than everyone else?
My father is my hero. He is an honorable man who sees more than he lets on. He works with plumbers, but his mind soars with the gods. He gains no happiness from his money, despite the fact that he has more than most. He likes food, people, his job, and football. He does not gain pleasure from being "better" than everyone else.
I wish some of us would find joy in the happier times, in the simpler life.
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labors to others, Hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, Have patience and indulgence toward the people, Take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, Or to any man or number of men, Go freely with powerful uneducated persons, And with the young and with the mothers of families, Read these leaves in the open air, Every season of every year of your life, Reexamine all you have been told, At school at church or in any book, Dismiss whatever insults your own soul, And your very flesh shall be a great poem."
-Walt Whitman
My father is my hero. He is an honorable man who sees more than he lets on. He works with plumbers, but his mind soars with the gods. He gains no happiness from his money, despite the fact that he has more than most. He likes food, people, his job, and football. He does not gain pleasure from being "better" than everyone else.
I wish some of us would find joy in the happier times, in the simpler life.
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labors to others, Hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, Have patience and indulgence toward the people, Take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, Or to any man or number of men, Go freely with powerful uneducated persons, And with the young and with the mothers of families, Read these leaves in the open air, Every season of every year of your life, Reexamine all you have been told, At school at church or in any book, Dismiss whatever insults your own soul, And your very flesh shall be a great poem."
-Walt Whitman