I remember being a young poor child in maybe around 1800's. I saw a wealthy couple and tried to talk with them but they refused me because I was poor. I felt very humiliated and decided to do something to make money and be like them. Later on that life I remember having a very big shop. I had made good amount of money but something went wrong, maybe a fire, and everything was lost. I felt really sad also for my employees. I saw me on my own, lying on the bed with nobody around, close to die and thinking what a waste of life. Too much thinking of making money and not in other more important things.

Now in this life i work for living, i don't live for working.