Heaven can wait.

Did you say you want to have the riches to buy what you want? To travel to Europe and Russia? To have the cosmetic surgery that'd bring back your spouse or get a new lover?

We all have different heavens we aim for.

For the rich, sky is the limit. For the poor, the sky is as high as the dormitory ceiling in Sampaloc or the apartment in Bronx in New York. 

Aiming for the moon used to be a good ambition; now aiming for the universe is more like it.

The young are told in very early years to shape up, get a degree, be the best you can be, be like the Donald (Trump), Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, Jack Dorsey and other billionaires who started young.

For the poor, just getting out of the slum or ghetto is good enough.

In developing countries, getting three square meals a day is heaven already.

In countries plagued by tribal or religious war, getting alive at the end of the day is a blessing each day.

In drug infested neighbourhoods, not being grazed by a gangsta-bullet or a shabu-crazed bully is a miracle.

An immigrant priest once said in his homily, "I'm visiting my home country so I bought goodies at a discount store like bars of soap and toothpaste. My folks and friends would gladly accept them."

And he continued, "while here in this first world country, people continue to search and complain when there is plenty of food in the table, cars in the garage, cottages at the beach..."

Being rich is no sin. Enjoying the fruits of labour is good.

Being contented is peaceful. Sharing is a virtue.