A Meditation From Ending Up With The Goodies

For sure I want all the goodies. And I’m pretty convinced that when I finally get them then I’ll be happy.

What if there’s something even better than the American dream or something better, available to us whenever we finally let go of the wanting? Whenever we finally stop grasping for the brass ring and make do, joyfully, with our old silver band? I’m not there yet, so there’s that. But it sure seems like a better direction.