Ending Up With the Goodies

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For sure I want all the goodies. And I’m pretty convinced that when I finally get them (or when I notice I already have them, if I do ever notice), then I’ll be happy. 

And for sure, life doesn’t work like that. The coach passengers want business class seats, business wants first, and first wants a charter. I have no idea what people who own planes want, but you get the point: wanting, grasping for the brass ring, ending up with the goodies. The good old American dream.

But what if it’s not? What if there’s something even better than that particular American dream, 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.