While I was sitting in the post office waiting to submit my passport application, I watched as the postal worker became full of life every time he had an applicant who needed their photograph taken. He had a bit of a bounce in his step as he grabbed the camera. “Tilt your head up. A little bit less. That’s it.” He reviewed each picture meticulously while we waited patiently.
Everything you have gained in life.
The muscle mass you build.
The artwork and books you collect.
The knowledge you acquire.
It is hard to transfer into financial terms, but your life’s work has value.
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