Surving On Strength

Once everything was lavish, I needed no special wish... surviving on strength alone seemed impossible, but I failed twice not knowing the magnitude of my sacrifice. Making changed and adapt to another lifestyle with less desires was an incomparable task friends ask me how I still survive with little... they would think I'm crazy if I told them it's cost, or the thrifty ways I've learned to avoid a loss. My apartment was spacious and livable with a stunning view of Forest Park, I felt like a king entering his castle... would I sincerely want that back? My response wouldn't be so positive. The more money I had the more I squandered on useless needs without realizing that no treasure would be full with restless hands if no measures were taken to keep it from wasteful urges... was it because I had no wisdom in the prime of my youth, or was it the foolishness to resemble an admired sheik? I have no wish for riches, I only pursue happiness in the very simple things that are not spoiled by greed... a mansion on the beachfront would be nice indeed, a yacht to sail the seas would be the next choice, but how would I feel at peace and continuously rejoice? Surviving on strength by planning a strategy is very wise, even stock-holders who keep track of their profits pay some price; and God forbid they lose their fortune to underestimated risks, what would be their worth...the equal of ordinary men? No, I won't fall into that deception: that being wealthy is everything!