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EXCESS TBH #10

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EXCESS!


We live in a worldwide culture of excess.


We all need to have more of everything.


Seasonal? No, no. That leaves too much of the table.


We get comfortable in this excess.


It widens the gap between those who have and those who need.



It feels almost counter-cultural.


To be content with just enough.


More! MORE! MORE! Faster and easier.


ALL OF IT, now!



And this is not relegated to one culture, country, or person.


This is a critique of myself, as well.


We store... even though we don't need to.


We throw... because our excess proves futile and we lack perspective when we lose "need".


It is a sad reality of humanity.


We believe it is so essential to have more than enough... for safety and freedom.


What a grand, indoctrinated falsehood.



We need so little.


We demand more and more.


We use it to prop up our fragile grip on the things we cannot control.


We want more because we can have more.


We can prove to someone or something that we matter and that our legacy will last but no matter what we do, say, or accomplish, we will be remembered by a hand full of people and the rest of the world will scroll past a post celebrating our life within a fraction of a second.



What about the world you inhabit.


What about that hand full of people.


What would they say?



Would our false security fall apart like the glass house that it is if we simply acknowledge the reality that none of it matters...


Except the impact we have... on the planet we are called to steward and the generation we leave it to.



Excess isn't a forced lifestyle.


It is a choice.


One that is tempting and can be good... but more often than not is adulterated and mishandled.



Adulterated and mishandled...


The same consequences lie in wait for what we leave behind.



Choose.



Yours faithfully,


Qavah.



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