What Good Is It to Gain the World

Golden doors and marble floors. Dreams already met. Every box is checked off.

Every goal is set. Laughter fills the banquet halls. Glasses raised up

high. But when the night grows quiet, there's a question deep inside.

A heart that's never hungry, yet somehow still aches. Surrounded by abundance,

but something feels misplaced. No storms to beg deliverance. No chains the

eye can see. No desperate prayers for rescue. No urgent plea to be free.

Yet echoes in the silence when the crowds all fade away. A whisper asking

softly, "Is this all there is to gain?" They've conquered every