The simplicity of having little in terms of material goods is an awesome freedom. Every item takes a certain amount of upkeep - either in money, time or both. I only want that which is important enough to take up my time. Making more time happens when I let go of that which I have accumulated. Real wealth is subjective. When I feel rich inside than I am. William Wordsworth wrote in "Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower," ( one of his poems about a child of nature) "The stars of midnight shall be dear to her;" It really is about perspective isn't it? I'm certain she felt the same way about the rainbow.
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