He Who Has More

There once was a man who had acquired great wealth and with this wealth he developed a beautiful piece of property. He had a lake, a nice home, a guest house, and a paved drive with beautiful trees and a white picket fence. It was something to behold, and all who visited were highly impressed with what he owned. It was a joy to live there and especially delightful to sit on the porch and enjoy the view or walk down to the lake and fish for a while. Yet, it was rare that he had such time to enjoy what he had purchased.

On the other side of town there was another man who had worked hard all his life, yet success seemed to come in very small pieces for him. Though he had little money he managed to build a small one room cabin on a small lake back in the woods. He made a road leading back to the lake with an old bulldozer, and after a rain he used his old 4-wheel drive to get there. His friends who visited kidded and joked about the old tin, and mostly old material used for his cabin. It was 'neat' not necessarily 'nice'. Nevertheless, it was a joy to live there and especially delightful to sit on the porch and enjoy the view or walk down to the lake and fish for a while. He spent days with long afternoons enjoying it all, and he fished so much he knew every little nook and cranny of that lake. As he sat on his porch during these long afternoons he often marveled that he could have so much. He was thankful that he worked so hard over the years to save and build with his own two hands such a fine place.

Question: Who really has more? Mull on it a while.