My father had a great fortune but he was always dissatisfied. By the time I reached the age of ten, he had squandered his fortune. Before I left home, he said he felt like a failure. I should be enjoying every kind of pleasure but instead he had imprisoned me inside our tiny house.
I told him I wasn’t concerned about making money, even if I hadn’t been given a trade. I would go and walk by the seashore. Something would come to me.
It always did.
Fortunatus in Fortunatus and His Purse, Grey Fairy Book. Painting by Henry Scott Tuke.