Let me tell you a story about true wealth.
One day, two very proud Jewellers were in the street, debating who had the biggest, most beautiful diamonds.
“I’ve got the biggest diamonds!” shouted one man. The other said, “Well, I’ve got the most beautiful diamonds!” Their voices were loud and angry.
A third man approached them and smiled, “My name is Ibrahim Matta Zakariya Yunus Al-Yasa Efraim Dawud bin Tariq bin Khalid Al-Fulan.”
“What?” the two Jewellers asked.
“Just call me Ibrahim. If that’s still too long for you, you can call me Ib. I’m also a Jeweller. May I tell you a story?”
Before they could answer, Ibrahim continued, “One day, I was going to another city to sell my diamonds. And I had to cross a large dessert. But that day, a fierce sandstorm came out of nowhere. It was the biggest and fiercest sandstorms I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. And I got lost in the desert. After many days wandering, I was dying of starvation and thirst…”
“Oh no…” said the Jewellers, “What did you do?” The two men had totally forgotten their argument and were now totally mesmerized by Ibrahim’s story. (That is why one of my crazy friends proposed that when Congressmen are fighting in congress, they can show Telenovelas during their session breaks. He said there would be less fights.)
“I sat on the sands, giving up all hope,” Ib said, “but mindlessly, I went through my bags for the hundredth time, looking for food. I imagined that perhaps there were breadcrumbs that fell at the bottom of my bag—and I could lick my bag. Lo and behold, I saw a hidden pocket I didn’t see before. I opened it and saw a black pouch! Oh, you can imagine how excited I was. Perhaps it was bread. Or nuts. Or dried fruit! And so with trembling fingers, I opened it…”
“Was it food?” one Jeweller asked.
“Water perhaps?” the other one said.
“Neither. With great dismay and utter frustration, I saw that the pouch was filled with nothing else but diamonds. It was just diamonds!”
Friend, there are some things more important than money.
As I write this, there are many rich people who are dying on their death beds, surrounded by their millions, but their hearts are hungry for love—and they find none.
Don’t get me wrong. Money is important. After all, we need to feed our families.
But our soul’s real food is love.
So yes, earn money. You need it.
In fact, be an expert in how money works—so that you have passive income flowing into your life—so that you can focus on more important things.
Don’t center your life on money.
Center your life on love.
Spend time with your family.
Invest in your friendships.
And give your life to God.
May your dreams come true