The First Rice Stick

Just a little worthless musing.  What is ever mine?  I have a lot of things that I own.  I have nice things.  It makes me thankful to think of them now.  But tomorrow all these things could be gone, just as quickly as they came to be "mine."  It makes me feel like there's something or someone else that really and truthfully has the pink slips.  Call it fate, call it good and bad luck, call it God, or Nature, or Time.  But there's something bigger than me.