A rich man's tale

Once upon a time, there was a man who was extremely rich. He absolutely had everything he wanted. From fancy properties across the globe to his private jet to his own range of cars. It was as if there was a dedicated angel at his service. He was however not born with these luxuries. It had taken perseverance, falling to negative and tonnes of courage. 

He had stemmed from nothing to being everything. Hence, despite resorting in the materialistic heavens of the world, he knew the ground realities well. From his heart, he was still a lost poor soul. His heart still yearned for a soul connection. 

He somehow believed, people only less richer than him can make him feel connected. 

One day, overwhelmed with the nostalgia of old neighbourhood, he decided to go and sit with the poor of his country. However, wherever he went, he was shunned away. Scorned off by the poor. Mugged, looted and even pushed back. He was welcomed with a sway of curses. His richness was looked down. His appearance was criticized. He couldn't understand the reason behind this part of world's hatred for him. Why couldn't he win these people over? He kept wondering. 

He then decided to visit the middle income/fixed earning class of his country. He thought maybe over a cup of coffee with them and they'd understand. They'd listen, associate, connect and would love to spend time with them. However, to his amazement, he was again scorned off and ignored. Perhaps their manner was not as brutal as the poor, but they still detested him. He wondered why. People sat with him, not for what he had to say, but for what he could give them. For how he could help them climb the clouds and reach where he was. Fair enough, he thought, it was after all a type of charity too. So he sold his skills in exchange for just spending time with them. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, one day, they'd see the poor heart and the real soul beneath him. Yet, he just couldn't. The world seemed to fail him. 

His richness began cannibalizing his soul. Just the mere fact that he was worth billion dollars troubled him the most. He was confused and astounded. He had preciously saved his soul from getting lost on the journey up in the materialistic struggle. Because he had seen how the rich often struggle with loneliness and how their own rich possessions start haunting them after sometime.

Wherever he went, he was judged for what he wore, what his degree said, what his status in the society was. Women secretly adored him, men openly speculated how he was handsome because of he could afford cosmetic surgeries. Everyone saw an Ivy league degree, draped in the best, modelling across the ramp of worldly riches. Everyone speculated his monetary worth, from the poorest to the rich, but nobody seemed interested in evaluating his soul's worth. 

Dejected, disappointed and disgusted, he took a firm stand. He decided he won't let his children acquire any rich possessions. He decided not to send his children to ivy leagues. He decided not to let them get good jobs and acquire status in the society. Only then, at least, they'd remain with the masses. Only then, he thought, the masses would let them mingle with their worlds. He realized he was not fighting humans, he was fighting human nature. His realization was a deadlock in his own combat. Checkmate. Human nature is beyond humans' control. How could he blame the humans for seeing him through materialistic lens, how could he blame them for just being attracted to his apparent beauty when the lens of beauty has been inherently given to them by the Creator himself? 

He looked up. Blamed God. He questioned and wondered. Why has God made humans so animal that they involuntary are only attracted to apparent beauty of materialistic riches? If He has put a soul inside the body, why then His creations are not attracted to Souls more than merely apparent riches? 

Tired, he gave up and grew silent. And in his silence, he found his answer. 

He stumbled across a poor man, who came and sat with him under the lamp post. It was raining hard. The poor offered his torn umbrella and began talking. The billionaire wondered. Why is this poor man talking to me? He shared his wonder. His disgust at humans from poor to rich. He shared how God is to blame for Natural Attractions in Humans. He shared his conviction of how he would never let his children become materialistically rich. 

The poor man listened. Listened patiently. and Smiled. He said, maybe, just maybe, you've got it all wrong. God did put Powerful Attraction in the Hearts of Humans. He did make it a law of Nature to be attracted to Beauty. He did give them a lens to see the world. However, the lens was somewhere blurred with the vision of materialistic prejudices, it was clouded with the misguided definitions of beauty. Today, from poor to rich, all view and are attracted to the limited, myopic ideology of it. And hence, nobody indulges beyond to be Attracted to the Soul. 

Maybe, just maybe, instead of not making your children rich, try raising them with the Correct Laws of Attraction. When their lens is clouded with the animal nature of materialistic beauty and you see them running madly after just the apparent possessions in other humans, take their lens off, clean it for them and put it back again. So that they can See what you See. So that, they can get Attracted to Souls and not animals. So that, when they grow up, they find and connect with Souls rather than Degrees and cars. They would then, automatically reject the myopic attractions of animal beauty and Reach for the Soul. 

Don't fight the nature which is with you all along, listen to the rain extending its happiness with you. Don't feel disgusted at the humans, feel pity for them. 

Listen and Seek the Soul. Because that's the closest and the most powerful attraction on Earth, which will Help you in your Eventual Journey to the Beloved of Beloveds.