An ethic of living

Why do we work so hard for possessions when we can't take anything with us to the grave?

Why aren't we satisfied with daily provisions of food, water, shelter and love?

And how does all of this play into our desire as men to succeed, to make our mark on the world. How do we harness that passion inside of us and still live simply?

A call out

Hello brothers, it would appear it's been a good while since our last post. Who all is still out there?