"Steve Jobs," the founder of the company (Apple died) software, after a long battle with cancer and left behind when he left the company reached a market value of US $700 billion, the most expensive company in history.
Read what he wrote, "Steve Jobs", a bedside before he died days later.
“I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world. In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success. However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.
At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.
In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of God and of death drawing closer…
Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth…
Should be something that is more important:
Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days …
Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.
God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.
The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me.
What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.
That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on.
Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.
What is the most expensive bed in the world? – “Sick bed” …
You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.
Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – “Life”.
When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – “Book of Healthy Life”.
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What is the most expensive bed
I ponder to question sure in the world? –
“Sick bed” yes Sick bed I realize…
yes there are steps laid for success
sure are the ways to make wealth
but a creeping serpent called death
there ventures in silence of rumble
of days and nights running into rubble
that I shave off or shake off
paying premium without knowing
the lazy bed that rots the crazy soul
binds the body tight with ropes
entwined with serpents black
but look green as they slither
devouring the blood out of brain
think I die but the ticking time
throws listless louder chime
the waiting makes me think
of all the days and nights gone
in perpetual acts of piling money
for covering shame as well name
all end up as soon they begin
and to reckon the times lost
pale and fading not to boast
are the memories spilling
a wheezy blur of life extinct
opens up as a dream so thorny
once tossed up and down
the idea of sweetness in life
makes me tearful for all
I lost while piling up money
