My precious

An old man was living out of charity and every time he had to eat, he used a spoon made of copper, he washed it, licked it, cherished it, and suspected every person of wanting to take it from them. He had nothing, else, no family, no friends, not a soul near him, all he wanted was his spoon… his “precious”. Everyone else was an enemy, a potential threat against his happiness. 

What a sad frame, all alone, dressed in rags, suffering in the streets, accompanied by one simple spoon that took him away from a life of love. He didn’t have love, he was obsessed. It was seeing Gollum with the ring. 

The lack of generosity makes us lose sight of what is important, the big picture, and not what make us lose the whole for the part. Get to know yur qualities by answering this test: https://forms.gle/m4um96ihJMiHjgFn6