Why are we so easily tricked into thinking that somehow we will be able to take it with us? We are told by the world that we have to fill up our storehouses, yet what happens to all that is stored in there?
How do you look at life? How we look at life and from what vantage point determines our experience. Think about stress and peace, struggle and rest, fear and courage. Could these pairings that seem to be opposites simply be different sides of the same coin?