Nothing to say, but here goes nothing.
Everybody has been through episodes of tightness. Not just this tightness, but that tightness, and everything tightness.
You are looking good without glasses today Sir!
Oh, I decided for a moment that I shall not see too clearly.
So des ka.
The material world is all about time, and money. The shortest time to earn the most money, this is success. And this too, is where the respect, fame, and material possessions come. Time is tangible as much as it is intangible. So is money. What says so?
Well, a billion years have passed and time was as tangible as humans existed, so was money. The Spore-ish aliens the migrated to the land from the sea used no money, and time was indifferent to them. Them, further, is an overstatement. There was no them, and I imagine that the concept of you and I and them and we did not existed until the day when somebody started wearing clothes.
It is too embarrassing to look at his pelvis! A he and a she dog wouldn't think likewise, or so I thought.
SO, YOU ARE RICH? DO YOU HAVE THE TIME THEN? The reply is often a reassured Yes. If you are a rich man, you are supposed to have the time, why else is the purpose of wealth? And yet, without trying to get too moralistic, who on earth is the OSCAR AWARD WINNING ACTOR here?
I dare shout out with a resounding Yes that, I WANT TO BE RICH! But the very statement points to a logical and karmic fallacy. "I" "want" to be "rich" points to something rather distant, to begin with, the wealth in mention here is something in the future, and I have a Tweety Bird talking into my ear that I am saying things which people do not understand, but, the richness is never achievable.
Once you get that paycheck, tomorrow you are broke. Or I guarantee you, 3 days. Into credit card bills, phone bills, insurance bills, and .. alright, 5 days.
You are rich for 5 days at most, broke for 25, which is spent on the "wanting". Still, the Ego, the big fat "I", is hungry. If the "I" do not "want" the "richness", then it wants the success, or the fame, or the pleasure. Hence, the rat race, because things run inevitably in cycles, until you break into tears, and eventually your tears dry up.
Still, this is no solution.
And so we go on and on and on again.
I ran out of words, exasperated, and a loyal puppy came to my feet, wagged its tail and suddenly everything felt alright. Good enough for another day.
Like Dory Fish, in Finding Nemo always sung... Just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimmin' swimmin'....