Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Wealth"
Wealth
We all know people who think, somehow, that getting more will make them happy. It can be hard to watch. Part of the problem is just knowing that if they can't be happy with what they already have, more just isn't going to do the trick. That's not to say that a person can't have dreams or ambitions or that they shouldn't set goals, it's just that they really shouldn't believe that it's going to be something outside themselves that will fix their lives.
I can be happy on my own. I don't mind being by myself. I like being with him, too, and sharing things with him. Some things are just better when you can share them with someone else, like bad horror and sci-fi movies or favorite recipes or something that has tickled your fancy. What's great is that he gets that, too.
We don't measure what we have in terms of stuff, because that's the wrong way to think about anything. Instead, we think of it in terms of shared moments, the memories that we have that we've made together. We have inside jokes and our own particular form of shorthand that will only ever make sense to us. There are our little traditions and the things that we know about each other and the things that we do and make together.
Our relationship is measured in a wealth of experience and imagination, the sum of our creativity and knowledge, and, most of all, the wealth of love that we have for each other. Anything else just isn't worth tallying.
We all know people who think, somehow, that getting more will make them happy. It can be hard to watch. Part of the problem is just knowing that if they can't be happy with what they already have, more just isn't going to do the trick. That's not to say that a person can't have dreams or ambitions or that they shouldn't set goals, it's just that they really shouldn't believe that it's going to be something outside themselves that will fix their lives.
I can be happy on my own. I don't mind being by myself. I like being with him, too, and sharing things with him. Some things are just better when you can share them with someone else, like bad horror and sci-fi movies or favorite recipes or something that has tickled your fancy. What's great is that he gets that, too.
We don't measure what we have in terms of stuff, because that's the wrong way to think about anything. Instead, we think of it in terms of shared moments, the memories that we have that we've made together. We have inside jokes and our own particular form of shorthand that will only ever make sense to us. There are our little traditions and the things that we know about each other and the things that we do and make together.
Our relationship is measured in a wealth of experience and imagination, the sum of our creativity and knowledge, and, most of all, the wealth of love that we have for each other. Anything else just isn't worth tallying.