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“In a world where the pursuit of material wealth often comes at the expense of our health and happiness, Global Holistic Wealth Day reminds us to seek balance and fulfillment in all areas of our lives.”

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“But money has a peculiar nature. It can buy objects and souls, but it can also change them. It dulls emotions. Then, with the methodical and disciplined way in which it is accumulated, it severs every tie of its possessor to the spiritual world, in whose name sometimes their furious pursuit initially sparked. Ultimately, the hunting and cornering, with the ferocity and determination of a bewildered frenzy, disrupts the centre, blurs perceptions, erases the outlines of values, and extracts meaning—both from the pursued and the pursuer. Money loses its purpose. Its function. It no longer serves him, and he forgets to serve himself with it, sinking into self-loathing. The only nature that money eventually retains, and which he attributes to it, because he remembers nothing else, is accumulation. This is the very end: of the humanity in him and the life he was given.”

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Book:I Didn't Mean to, But...
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“‬Scarecrow's‬‭ face‬‭ lit‬‭ up‬‭ as‬‭ he‬‭ took‬‭ the‬‭ diploma,‬ his‬‭ eyes‬‭ shining‬‭ with‬‭ newfound‬‭ confidence.‬‭ "E‬‭= mc‬‭ squared.‬‭ Pi‬‭ is‬‭ an‬‭ irrational‬‭ number‬‭ representing‬‭ any‬‭ circle's‬‭ ratio‬‭ between‬‭ its‬‭ circumference‬‭ and‬‭ diameter.‬ There‬‭ is‬‭ something‬‭ profoundly‬‭ immoral‬‭ and‬ ‭unsustainable‬‭ when‬‭ one‬‭ family‬‭ owns‬‭ more‬‭ wealth‬‭ than‬ the‬‭ bottom‬‭ 130‬‭ million‬‭ Americans."‬‭ He‬‭ paused,‬‭ a‬ contemplative beat. "Die Hard is a Christmas movie."‬”

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Book:We're Off
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“A Reclusive Invitation by Stewart Stafford In a mansion crouched at the forest's edge, Gargoyles perched on a Jericho hedge, Lived Samuel Keane, with millions at least, Welcomed the locals to his Christmas feast. Self-imposed exile of wealth's solitary scene, On that evening, time for connection pristine, An alabaster white suit in a chessboard hall; Legions of armour and battle scars to recall. "Come, gather round, let camaraderie ignite! On Christmas Eve, a dream-come-true night!" Perkins, the grey butler, in reluctant festive red, Gestured them toward Keane's banquet spread. Their gracious host took his place at the end, A throne chair helped into place with a bend, Beaming, he clapped and food was brought in, To gasps and applause at the goblets of gin. A succulent feast at a baronial ball; Roasted goose, boar, a tall glass highball, Stories grew taller, just like each drink, Songs and jests sent them over the brink. Enjoyment and melody's atmosphere bright, Fleeting warmth shared in lush candlelight. Dawn looms, Les Misérables adore company: "Why does hangover guilt crave chablis?" A Father Christmas event once a year, Guests departed, a loud triple cheer, A fading smile of a host so grand, Adrift, nothing elaborate planned. The fireworks faded, the last ember died, Keane shut his mansion with secrets inside. A portcullis closed slowly on a seasonal high, A gothic arch door shut 'neath morning star sky. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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