Money is what some call the root of all evil. I tend to agree on this. We spend our entire lives obsessed with some numbers on a piece of paper or on our computer screen. When we have more numbers we are happy, when we have less we feel depressed. When we have few numbers to our name we can become destitute and living in the street while the machine of money continues to churn and turns a blind eye to those that don’t possess it.
A Hamster Wheel
Each day we go to and from our “work” or sometimes we “work” at home. We do this to increase the numbers in our pocketbook. It’s a sad world we live in when the meaning of life boils down to how many numbers you have to your name. We look at awe and admiration at those that have a lot of numbers to their name. Often we put them on a pedestal and worship them like gods.
“All hail the rich one, bless us with your wisdom!”
It’s so downright pathetic that it defies description. We continue to plunder and destroy our world all in the quest for more numbers to our name. We obsess over the stock market, search for the best rates for our mortgage, and sigh with relief when Friday comes so we can go out and get knockdown drunk so we can forget our weekly work and headaches.
I’m just like everyone else; I write in an attempt to make more money for myself and my family but this doesn’t mean I like money. In fact, I hate the very existence of money and the way it’s destroying our world. The wheels go round and round, round and round, round and round, each and every day.
It’s a crime
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie
So they say
Is the root of all evil today
Pink Floyd, Money
A Strange World Built by Money
Money in itself isn’t bad but our greed and desire for more of it is what has caused such chaos and destruction of our world. We have large piles of plastic out in the Pacific called the “Great Garbage Patch” in our quest to make more money and sell our products to others. It’s ironic that our desire to make the world a better place may be what destroys it…