The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
The Roaring Twenties must have been an extraordinary time. Of all the great writers, no one captured it better than F. Scott Fitzgerald who lived as large as he wrote. He and his wife Zelda lived an opulent intercontinental life of money, parties and bigger than life indulgences.
It all came crashing down on October 29, 1929.
The crash of Wall Street not only ended a decade, it ended the dreams of people who had put their faith in money. Fortunes were lost overnight and people who thought their lives were forever set woke up to find themselves empty-handed. The Great Depression that swallowed the next decade stripped away any facade of money’s real worth and the people who grew up in those times learned the hard way that real value is found in the eternal.
What are you trusting in today?
For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?
Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?