While I was having dinner with a well-known author and lecturer, our conversation drifted to money. "I have enough money," he told me casually. "I don't need any more money." "Of course you can say that," I thought to myself. "You get fifteen thousand dollars for a lecture." Then I caught my thought process, and pondered more deeply on his statement. Is he satisfied because he has a lot of money, or does he have a lot of money because he chooses to be satisfied?  _ So is enoughness something that happens to us when we reach a certain level, or is it an experience we can choose and celebrate at any time? My friends Adrian and Carey live in a humble cottage in the rainforest. They have quite a modest income, no telephone, and they walk around naked most of the time. I think they are the happiest people I know. They wake up with the sun, love each other very much, and welcome guests with a full and open heart. They appreciate every moment of their lives, have no distraction games going, and are not waiting for the big break around the corner. When I am with them, the predominant feeling I have is, "It's all right here--why would anyone want anything more?" Ram Dass used to say, "There are three kinds of people in the world: those who say, 'Too much!'; those who say, 'Not enough!'; and those who say, "Ah, just right!'"; Since "too much" of one thing implies "not enough" of another, there are really only two approaches to life: lack or contentment. What does the author think of Adrian and Carey's life?
They have no guests. They have all they want. They live a very hard life. They live a very happy life.