Once again I start a post with something someone told me: My father was always a distant man. I felt like I never really got him, and only as I got older did I start to really understand the reasoning behind many of his actions. Out of pure curiosity, I asked him what made him happy, and he replied that his family's happiness is all he needed. I then asked him what he thought was most important. His response was one different then what I had expected:
"Money is everything. One piece of paper determines whether we get to eat. That same paper is what we spend literally hours on working ourselves so that we can have some. It's flammable, it gets crumpled, it's considered something worth murdering for. Of course, those statements aren't complete truths or lies and instead are something we think. And yet, for all the happiness we strive to achieve, for all that we do, it really does control our lives. It's also a major factor in even the simplest of choices. It's something of so much value, that the same family that hardly gets any despite the bread-maker of the household doing their hardest to keep food on the table that another family simply gets by yawning in front of a camera."
As much as I hate to admit it, I have to really agree. It's almost as if money has a double-meaning behind it. It's definitely something we take for granted, and yet it's probably the single most important thing ever. You can say you want to be happy, but in doing so you need money. What, a trip to the park is all you need? Well, that park is a bit far, so you drive there and use gas. You want to walk? Well, your fifty-sixty dollar shoes are going to start feeling that. This is exaggerating a bit, but I'm starting to see what my dad says. We work and work and work and sacrifice all we can, and at the end of the day, the numbers signifying our wealth (or lack of) puts us in a position where we need to center our lives around it.
I'd like to hear opinions and thoughts on this.
"Money is everything. One piece of paper determines whether we get to eat. That same paper is what we spend literally hours on working ourselves so that we can have some. It's flammable, it gets crumpled, it's considered something worth murdering for. Of course, those statements aren't complete truths or lies and instead are something we think. And yet, for all the happiness we strive to achieve, for all that we do, it really does control our lives. It's also a major factor in even the simplest of choices. It's something of so much value, that the same family that hardly gets any despite the bread-maker of the household doing their hardest to keep food on the table that another family simply gets by yawning in front of a camera."
As much as I hate to admit it, I have to really agree. It's almost as if money has a double-meaning behind it. It's definitely something we take for granted, and yet it's probably the single most important thing ever. You can say you want to be happy, but in doing so you need money. What, a trip to the park is all you need? Well, that park is a bit far, so you drive there and use gas. You want to walk? Well, your fifty-sixty dollar shoes are going to start feeling that. This is exaggerating a bit, but I'm starting to see what my dad says. We work and work and work and sacrifice all we can, and at the end of the day, the numbers signifying our wealth (or lack of) puts us in a position where we need to center our lives around it.
I'd like to hear opinions and thoughts on this.