Nothing really belongs to you…
NOTHING.
Not your stuff, not your money, not your health, not your talents, not your titles, not your accomplishments, not your family and friends.
Even your own body does not belong to you and will eventually abandon you against your will.
So, when you use the word “my”, let it be a declaration of profound stewardship, not mere possession.
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Perfect observation, Frank. Some symphony conductors talk of how they “serve” the composers whose music they play. At the end of his life, Bruno Walter said that his position would be a small place on a pedestal devoted to them. But, as you might say, at the end of the world nothing will remain, neither Walter nor Beethoven.