Perhaps it is fitting that the best of our kind are so plagued with sadness, having seen so much of it themselves, the desire to inflict the same in those around them never truly takes root.

I like to think of pride as if it were a bag, the prouder the man the smaller his bag. Proud men with their small bags are filled easily, once filled so they must announce that to the world and engage in pride, the humble however are different. The mysterious guiding force of the universe that fills these bags of proud and humble alike with things worth being proud about, the humble though walk life this life with bigger bags whom this force not only fills with things but is compelled to in attempt to fill that emptiness. Perhaps that is why the humble more often that not get so much more, yet never boast about it for they know there is still yet more to receive.

I used to think that it was wealth that lead to peace, it lay in the ability to generate so much money that it would be limitless one would give up counting . The older I get however it seems I had it all backwards, he had to be at peace to point the he give up the counting of his coins and bills. In doing so he no longer attached limits to what he he had, it in turn become limitless and he became wealthy. It was peace that lead to wealth, true wealth.