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Friday, June 15, 2007

Love of money

Who among us hasn't, at some time in our lives, uttered the words "I don't really care about money" or something with a similar point? I know that I have made statements like this dozens of times throughout my twenties, and even more often in adolescence. Well, I would like to go on record ,officially, that I now care about money, and I'd like to explain why.

POWER

Money is, above all other things to me, about power. The greater the financial resources of an individual, the greater the power held by said person. With that said, allow me to discuss power for a moment. If you are struggling to make ends meet and your child falls ill, you have only a limited number of resources at your disposal with which to work. With money, however, you are blessed with more power, in the form of the quantity of resources available to you and your family.
Humanitarianism is another avenue in which ones power is directly proportional to ones wealth. While, indeed, many people have done great things without the greatest funding, money can allow even the most ordinary person to make extra-ordinary contributions to society and mankind in general.
Time is without a doubt, our most valuable resource. Just think of all the time we spend away from the people and activities that make our lives richer and fuller, just so we can earn enough money to pay our bills, and continue with the "Money isn't really important to me" line. Now imagine if you had the kind of money that would allow you to double the amount of time you spend doing the things you truly enjoy. Now that's power!

FREEDOM

When asked about my long term goals, I have a long standing habit of answering first with, "freedom." Recently, I came to the realization that this was probably a little vague, so I decided to explain it, in writing, in a way that will make sense.
The first thing that comes to mind when I speak of freedom, is the freedom from a job. I hope to someday stop working, and the more money I have, the longer it will take for me to gain that freedom.
The second thing I think of, is freedom to relax. With poverty comes an intense level of stress over whether or not the bills will be paid, or how to fund Christmas. While people with money obviously still stress about things,the fundamental survival of their family isn't quite as heavy a burden as it is for the poor.
The third idea of freedom is the freedom to be yourself. We have all heard of the eccentricities of the wealthy, but how do we know they aren't just doing the things we'd all like to do, if only we didn't have to maintain our status in society. Think about it, a wealthy woman who wears strange clothing and behaves unusually is called eccentric, and is generally tolerated, and often adored. Take away that woman's money, and she is just weird, and generally ostracised.

To summarise, I think that every out there who says they don't really care about money, or that money cant buy happiness, should think a little harder. Money can give you time to spend with your family and Friends. Money can allow you to help people. Money can free you from many of life's burdens, and allow you to more fully enjoy this, the only chance you have at living this life.

8 comments:

Katy said...

"I hope to someday stop working, and the more money I have, the longer it will take for me to gain that freedom." Methinks you meant to say the less time it will take...

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Anonymous said...

Shall I call you Richard or would you prefer I call you Dick?

Anonymous said...

I spent 14 years in my room because of a man that acted like he was God. At first I tried to defend myself, I would argue, but I was always the one that ended up taking the blame. I could never get him to see things from my point of view. He somehow always made me feel responsible. I would feel confused and guilty..... I'm not perfect so "I'll pay for it" I'll take the blame. I didn't want to fight. I just wanted to matter to him. It was easier to take the blame, and keep my mouth shut.

I eventually stopped thinking for myself altogether. I just repeated everything I heard. I only left my room to go to work, then I would come right home. I would call him and he would ignore me, or he would answer the phone and say I'll be home later. (Which means I don't care about you, you're stupid!)

He often put strangers and other women before me. Everyone thought he was the greatest guy, so I repeated what I heard. He's such a great guy, blah, blah, blah. If I were to tell anyone how I really felt about him, I was the "Bitch."

I couldn't leave him, because I was lost without him... I couldn't speak for myself.

It took me 3 years of trial and error to leave him. I did it! Now I'm picking up from where I left off. I'm 19 going on 30. I applied for a grant, to go to, college and I start in couple of weeks. I'm nervous, but that's not going to stop me. Nothing will stop me. I want to be a writer, I plan to write a book. Maybe I can help other women or men that are in the same situation.

Most of all I want to learn how to be a good mother.

If you can learn something from my 14 years of self isolation, then everything I've been through will mean something. If your family means so much to you, then raise your standards, and set an example for people to follow... Jesus is my role model. I plan to have a family someday soon, It's a work in progress. It's all part of His plan.

Sammy

Anonymous said...

If you are ever lost, and you find yourself searching the world for answers, you aren't looking for someone else to be, you're looking for God. I found Him, through all of you. I wish I could see you all again, so I could give you all a big HUG!!! I love you all so much.

Peace,
Sammy

Oh and Mr.Style, God isn't finished with you yet. He says you are a piece of work. He called you "Ebaneez"
Don't worry you'll be ok :)

Anonymous said...

Come on Baby... I look at you and I see my life. Come on, you can do this... Cloud 9, Cloud 9.

Anonymous said...

I'll let you know when my book comes out. Then you will have a chance to find your place in,
"THe StoRy of SaM"

Anonymous said...

Good Morning...

I awoke this morning and I imagined that everything I’ve ever done or said was recorded and replayed for all to see. The pain I feel takes my breath away. I know I deserve this pain; it’s what I’ve done. I’ve hurt the people I love, who am I? I can’t stop shaking, I have no strength. I fall to my knees. Oh, the pain I’ve caused…honest tears. I’m a Monster too. I didn’t want to hurt anyone… I don’t want anyone to feel this kind of pain… This pain comes from the Monsters I’ve created. But aren’t we are all Monsters. This is what you’ve been training me for. I’m ready! I can handle it. Because it hurts; I know he loves me! I'll pay for it. I pray for every heart to be restored. “Love heals.” This world can not handle the truth. He is not of this world. Am I the only one in this world with the courage to Love? Is there man in this world brave enough to love Jesus?

I ask for new friend
Someone brave, not proud, humble, kind and respectable, someone I can trust. Nothing is immpossible with God.

You know.

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