The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is HOPE, so I searched my DropBox files, hoping for some suitable response. I came across this writing and thought it very suitable.
Sadly, I can’t tell you who wrote it. I’ve googled it, but nothing shows up, so it may have come from an old Friendship Book. Note to self: ALWAYS attach name &/or source to EVERY writing copied from somewhere.
I hope this gives you a smile:
The Evolution of Rich & Famous
When I was thirteen I dreamed of someday being rich and famous.
When I was twenty-one my main goal in life was to someday be rich and famous.
When I was thirty I clung to the dream of someday being rich and famous.
When I was forty I still half-ways hoped to someday be rich and famous.
When I was fifty I was disillusioned with the whole idea of being rich and famous.
When I was sixty, having seen what riches and honour did to the lives of others, I was thankful that I’d never become rich and famous.
When I was seventy I finally understood just how rich I’ve been all these years. I realized that family and friends who really care about me are worth a lot more than fame.
Now that I’m eighty I realize how blessed I am to still be moving around.
Here’s another thought on the subject: