When a client came in after a devastating fire to his house that burnt everything he cherished (he had been remodeling the house for 7 years on the weekends). The fire also took one of his small children, I began to wonder what we truly possess in this life. 

We learn from a young age to share, I think, because our parents know eventually we're going to have to give up on holding on too tightly to anything as our own. It's a hard practice. We cry and rant, because it's a mighty difficult lesson to learn. 

Recently I released a relationship that I thought was going to be a forever thing. It was difficult because I possessed it in my heart as an entity. I held it out for the world to see. "Look at me! Look what I have! Isn't it beautiful?" And now that I know longer possess what I really never had, it becomes a bitter memory. And anxiety, as I flaunted as mine.

So, I think about love and how much we choose to own it, but it is never really ours to possess. We can possess the feeling of love and own our own feeling, but we can't possess the object of our love, whether it be a new car, a home, a job or a person. Time is fleeting. Life is fleeting. 

Happiness is present. It doesn't possess. It celebrates the now. If you are gathering and saving for some future day, you are in for disappointment. Live life for today--where it exists. And when your house crumbles, friends will gather around you and rebuild with you, memory by memory.