I GOT THE MIDAS TOUCH!

I like my old school music just as much as I like the new,but there’s something special about the type of music that is decades older than my age!This weekend i cranked the volume up to this song "I GOT THE MIDAS TOUCH"(by midnight star) the minute I heard it. And since I like to be sincere, back when I was too young to even put the lyrics of a song together in order to come up with meaning, I used to hear
“I got the minus touch” instead of “I got the midas touch” (the beauty of being young n stupid hehe..)I didn’t even bother to know if what I heard made sense or not,but I liked the beat!!I still do!

But since every song always comes with a thought or two from my brain, this one got me thinking about a movie about King Midas and his golden touch.It was this movie that finally cleared up the “minus “ from the “midas” and 9 years later it got me thinking about life in general.Midas was mad about his gold, and the more he got it,the more he wanted it.Then one magical day his wish came true but in the end came back to bite him!He ended up with a golden stature in place of his precious daughter, and a hungry tummy cause of all the gold-coated food he couldn’t eat!

Sometimes,in life I feel like Midas,we all end up like Midas in some ways.We want things that later on turn into useless gold,and end up wishing we hadn’t wanted them. At first their appeal is irresistible,then soon enough they just become another artifact in our closet of life. But,it should not always be like that,and because I like my stories to end happily ever after, I have learnt that it takes true courage and wisdom to always get what we want,because most times what we want is not always what we need.To know the worth and value of what we want is by far the greatest and most powerful way to never get caught up in the regrets of having what we wanted!That’s the only way to uncast the spell of the Midas touch in our own lives!Put a pricetag to what you want,and see whether it’s worth it or not.

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