“The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life
which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.”
Now as much as it galls me, I reckon I believe that.
Which means the cost of a lot of folks' dreams are darn high.
I wonder if those dreams' value turns out to be worth it.
It galls me even more that I agreed with that scoundrel, Freud, when he wrote:
“It is impossible to escape the impression that people commonly use false standards of measurement
that they seek power, success and wealth for themselves and admire them in others,
and that they underestimate what is of true value in life.”
Personally, I believe ...
it is in the heart that the values lie ...
a loving heart is riches, and riches enough, ... without it, intellect is poverty and wealth but rags.
One values a thing when one can’t afford it ...
which could explain I suppose why folks value their dreams so.