For a Single Die I Drove My Wife Away
She never scolded me, never grew angry; to me and my friends she was ever kind. Yet for the sake of one final die, I drove my devoted wife away.
By what am I entranced, that I push the most precious person to the back of the line?
📝Reflection
It is striking that such a poem lives in the Veda — a gambler's remorse, still this vivid across three thousand years. A wife who was only kind, guilty of nothing, he lost, entranced by a single die. This is not a tale of gambling alone. Entranced by anything, a person loses the most precious thing first. Drink, work, the hunger for approval, the screen — is someone beside me being pushed away because of the one thing that grips me? Obsession always makes us sell the priceless for a pittance.
🌱Apply It Today
Write down the one thing you pour the most time into today, and beside it, the name of whoever it has pushed aside.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
