By Chital Mehta
20 year old Gina is always worried about owning her stuff. Here are a few fragments from her thoughts – “oh my god! She still hasn't returned my favorite white diamond like earrings” “I am sorry, I cannot share my novel collection with anybody, I treasure them more than my life” “I can't stand when anybody touches my laptop even if it's my mother”.
Whoa, haven't we all been like this at some point. C’mon now, we are like this almost every day trying to keep hold of things we think we own, fretting over the expensive china your neighbor borrowed and didn't bother to return, boiling with anger when that bugger friend tries to talk with your hot looking girlfriend, dropping hankies in buses and trains to own seats for a thirty minute journey . . .the list is endless on the things we keep fighting to own. We spend half our lives trying to own things that make no sense. See the irony of life. As we spend our lives trying to become owners, we tend to ignore the real treasure of which we should be owners? No materials, no human beings. It's your DREAMS.
Whoa, haven't we all been like this at some point. C’mon now, we are like this almost every day trying to keep hold of things we think we own, fretting over the expensive china your neighbor borrowed and didn't bother to return, boiling with anger when that bugger friend tries to talk with your hot looking girlfriend, dropping hankies in buses and trains to own seats for a thirty minute journey . . .the list is endless on the things we keep fighting to own. We spend half our lives trying to own things that make no sense. See the irony of life. As we spend our lives trying to become owners, we tend to ignore the real treasure of which we should be owners? No materials, no human beings. It's your DREAMS.