I still have conflict with this
I believe money is energy
It facilitates transactional exchanges
There is a plethora of it
Especially considering it is a fabricated construct
It is destroyed, created, stolen, illegally made, traded, on and on.
It is in constant flux losing, gaining and holding arbitrary value
We give it it’s power
Far too much of it if you ask me
It is all rather meaningless really
It is probably the thing of most meaning to most people
Their financial value and stability
It is the key to life and death on this planet
To thriving and demising
Something we manufactured
That is complete idiocy to me
That government, corporations, elites and even religious entities make, utilize and disperse it willie nillie in amounts that make your brain hurt to think of
With little regard or care for the greater good
The working stiff
I don’t get why we enslave ourselves to a system that holds so little benefit for the vast majority of the world
The dangling carrot wins
The nibbles don’t provide any real sustenance to our existence
And chasing it
Chasing it….is the march of a lost soul
I obviously want stability for my children
The ability to have freedoms
More than anything I love sharing it
The look on a gas attendants face when I give them $1
Or a small child selling lemonade when I give them a $1 coin
Or a homeless a $2 bill.
These sorts of things are priceless to me.
The feeling of being able to be generous with myself, my love, my time, my concern, my money.
These things make my life beautiful.
But money in and of itself
Could cease to exist as far as I’m concerned
And I would be absolutely fine with it
So how then can I justify asking for financial abundance
When it means so little to my soul
I face a looming deadline
That is fast approaching
That demands me to be financially solvent
Or risk losing it all
All my material possessions
Custody of my children
It all confuses me deeply
And yet I have no choice it seems
But to play along
Why must I play along?