The formula

You're loving the wrong things.

The car. The title. The number in the account. You work for them, protect them, measure your week by them.

It didn't start that way. You just kept adding one more thing worth protecting. Until the protecting became the point.

And the people — the ones who actually matter — you're using them. Efficiently. To protect the things you love.

And yourself — you've made yourself the center of everything. Your comfort. Your time. Your judgment. Final authority on all of it.

Nobody chose this formula. It accumulated.

Here's the other one.

Use things. With joy. No guilt. That dinner, that watch, that trip — enjoy every bit of it. Just don't love them.

Love people. Not what they provide. Not what they represent. Them.

Worship the divine, something bigger than yourself. Not your comfort. Not your reputation. Something that keeps you honest about things and people.

You'll know which formula you were running the day something breaks.

The things won't be there to comfort you.