Yesterday I happened to read the story of a world famous Indian musician, who is now no more. He had married two wives, one of them was badly treated by the new wife, ultimately she and her son had to leave house and live in penury. The dad, rolling in success, didn't bother about his first wife and kids who had to fend for themselves. This son now bares it all, about how his dad went into bouts of drinking, some days he'd be so sozzled, he wouldn't be in shape to even perform.
My heart went out to the poor son as he described how he'd often walk miles and his dad passing by in his top automobile wouldn't even offer him a lift.
Maybe he was pressurized by his second wife to treat them so.
This set me thinking.
What good was this man's success?
His mastery over his mellifluous voice, the many aspects of music he had perfectly developed over the years, the thousands of performances where his audience was moved to tears..
What good did his accumulated riches do?
He invested his life in his career at the cost of his family.
If only he had spared some time for his wife and son, they wouldn't have been so bitter today.
What are we investing our time in?
In vain career pursuits, accumulating riches, making a great name for ourselves?
Or investing time and money in people, in developing worthwhile relationships?
