"My Sons, My Wealth" — Source of Worry
"I have sons, I have wealth" — so the fool torments himself. Yet even oneself is not truly one's own; how then sons, how then wealth?
The things I grip as "mine" — are they truly mine forever?
📝Reflection
This verse can sound cold — that neither sons nor wealth are yours. But its point is to name "the illusion of ownership." We call many things "mine" and bind our hearts there: my child, my house, my achievement — as if they would be with us forever. So each time they waver, we fret and suffer. Yet this verse asks something deeper: when even your body and your time are borrowed in the end, what can you own forever? This is not a call to discard everything. It is to open the gripping hand. Regard them as gifts entrusted to enjoy for a while, and the same children and wealth become not anxiety but gratitude. When we believe we possess, we are anxious; when we know we are entrusted, we are at last at peace.
🌱Apply It Today
Take one thing you fret over as "mine" today and reframe it as "a gift entrusted to enjoy for a while." Anxiety turns to gratitude.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.