Singer Whitney Houston had more money than you and I will have had hot dinners all our lives. Now she’s dead, aged 48. Gone! Just her songs remind us who she was and how good she was.
But dollars didn’t make it a good life, not in the end -the drugs, the alcohol. Perhaps money came too easily.
Thing is, we, most of us, put such great store by how much we have, the material gains. The $500,000 house with four bedrooms and not that many living at home. Perhaps just the two of us! The four-bedroom shack, the four-wheel drive, the BMW, the boat, the caravan, the campervan. Yes, you’ve heard it all before, ad nauseum, and, yes, it does give us pleasure right now and, more importantly, it enhances our social status - ”My word, they have done well!” Oh, forgot the farmlet and a few head of cattle and sheep. Will this wealth ever end?
Well, it will. When we die. And what good is it after cremation or burial? Good for those left behind depending on the debt level of the estate.
All this grandeur! All this envy from those who can only dream about such material niceties. Weep, baby, weep!
Those who survive will weep all right because it comes to...not very much at the end.
Whitney Houston was sensational, as was her bank account but she couldn't defy death, the final gasping moment, alone. Alone!
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