To have or have not.

It’s not like I’ve got a whole lot of choice. I’m not a disciple of “The American Dream.” I will acknowledge that people have some influence over their affluence, but I am a firm believer that dumb luck plays a role for some people. I believe that I may perhaps have had some choice, but I made it. Many people have a great drive to achieve monetary success and don’t. Don’t tell me that they didn’t try hard enough. Don’t tell me they all weren’t smart enough. In my case, I never cared to try, but that’s another story, one that I probably won’t tell. Most of the time I’m happy with what I have, but occasionally I lust after what I don’t. I don’t go looking for those things, but sometimes they are thrust in front of me. Most of the time I easily come back to my contented, satiated state. Today, for reasons I don’t wish to specify, I’m having a little more trouble. It certainly feels better believing that I don’t have a choice.