Right. Wrong. Well-deserved. Ill-deserved. Appropriate. Inappropriate. Justified. Unjustified. Becoming. Un-becoming. Victory. Defeat.  Why me ? Why not ? Mind asks, calculates and analyses. It judges everything. It has been trained that way. It has a hypothesis on us, on life. It demands that everything fit into that hypothesis. Else, questions galore. Difficult to please, this mind. Always wanting more and more. Maximising. Soak yourself in a private Jacuzzi or sink into the velvet seats of your luxury car. Mind can feel the soft touch of velvet on your hands, it can feel the warm jets of water as the gently massage your back. Then, the mind wonders what it would be like to have more of this. It propels you. You obey like a humble servant. Launch yourself into this this quest. You build the best house money can buy, buy the best clothes (isn’t it the mind that knows the brands!), buy electronic gadgets and more. Yet it leaves you feeling deprived, needy and unfulfilled. While the mind basks smugly in this abundance, you are confused. You feel the emptiness. The emptiness of abundance.
Unperturbed, the river of life flows. Uncertainty looms large in each ebb and flow. A straight course for miles. Then, an unexpected waterfall that shakes it to the core before another languid crawl. Delirious. Drunk with randomness and unaware of what the future holds. Life talks to us. It talks less these days but still. The language is strange. And it is in poetic verse. Only the heart understands. It talks to us through the dance of the sunlight in the room on a wintery Sunday morning as we try to wake up. It talks to us as we sit outside in a cool evening draught laden with tiny droplets of rain. It talks to us at the sudden sight of a snow-clad mountain, stunning in its majesty, during an undulating hill drive. It talks to us through that munificent, cherubic smile of a newborn that has just spotted a bird. It smiles at us warmly, mother-like, when we decide to not to buy that expensive shirt but instead feed ten street children the ice cream they think they too deserve but cannot have.  
If you must accumulate, if you must fill your coffers, maybe it is a good idea to accumulate those brief extraordinary moments when life talks to us. Maybe it is a good idea to accumulate life. So that we never run out of it.