Leo Tolstoy's little story, "How Much Land Does a Man Need?" offers a very helpful reading experience for the Thanksgiving season.
The story forces me to ask myself, "How much ____ do I really need?" My blank can be filled in with any number of items, concerns, aspirations.
Surrounded and, far too often, defined by material concerns, consumer anxieties and the never ending quest for accumulating more and more, Tolstoy calls me out.
After all, how much land does a man need?
Read the story here.
I'd love your reactions.













