Eat Your Cake

There was once a girl who dreamnt that one day she would have something in plenty. But she didn't know what it was going to be.
She had asked her great grandma Helinski what it meant to want more but her great grandma Heli only said it was not so good to be greedy. So she tried hard not to be greedy but her dream didn't go away. So she asked her grandma Polinski and grandmum Poli said it is not good to want so much. The little girl was puzzled: why was wanting more or needing more so bad?
Surely it was good to have plenty of candies. Or plenty of money. In her household of eight, money was not always so easy to come by. The winter would bring winds from the north and shrink their toes to raisins; bring chill to their bones; and make fingers numb. Yet, both the wisest and oldest in the family said the same - it was not good to want more than enough. The little girl didn't know why.

Why is greed bad? Can it kill?
Probably. Greed has killed people in war.

Can greed cause suffering?
Certainly. Because the little girl have heard her aunty cry when she lost all her money to the cards. And because she couldn't pay the loan sharks back, as a price, they took her only son. And she never saw her cousin Alenski again.

But there have been people who had wanted more in life and good things came out of it.
Like Martin Luther King Jr.. He had wanted freedom.

Like Bill Gates. He created a revolution of technology.

Like Lorraine Hahn. She wasn't just a beauty pageant queen. She is now a world-class TV host.

Why is wanting more so disgustingly evil? Is there a line to draw between greed and ambition? Or are they similar? She had heard her Grandpa Kelkinski say that you can't have the cake and eat it. But so then why bother having the cake if you can't gorge yourself with it? It will only go to waste.

Little girl wondered but she found no answer to her pounding question. But she knew this: that if one decides to make chocolate mousse and she bought the wrong sort of whipping cream, it is disastrous to add more whipping cream to try to salvage the problem.

Because at the end of the sticky, creamy, sugary night, you will have 3 very large bowls of chocolate mousse.

And so, this is what my fridge looks like now: A stockpile of chocolate cream.

Any takers?