I’ve been thinking about money lately. Why was it invented? What problem did it solve? My entire life it was just another normal facet of life. It is up there with oxygen, food, and shelter. I cannot live in this world without it. Some say it is a tool. For what exactly? They say you can judge a man by how he uses his money. What if all the money I spend is to simply survive? Does that make me stupid that I can’t use money in ways I dream of? When is it exactly that we start earning more than we need? Doesn’t this need seem to grow with our income? What am I really fighting here? The question vexed me so. That dark path that I didn’t want to look down on my journey to earn more than a doctor. The other side of monetary success. They say too much of one thing becomes the opposite. In this case, making money can become a double-edged sword. One side is financial freedom and the other a prison of greed. So I started thinking about the problem money really solved. It provided humanity an object to focus on. The object can fill a human’s desire “for more.” Since there’s no true method of acquiring all the money, it’s a game that can be played indefinitely and a human’s greed is bottomless. It moves from player to player as each turn is a fortune passed on or extinguished in battle. Some temptations are created that separate people from their riches. All method of imagination revolve around having others happily give their money in exchange for another’s idea and effort. We’ve amassed organized armies of people to generate, advance, refine, and execute ideas at larger and larger scales until they become capital monstrosities with more money than they can ever hope to spend. The money is quickly being tossed around like a game of hot potato, moving from mover to shaker until it lands on a Midas hand that successfully guessed correctly in a single instance of time and space. We pretend to understand the grand calculation of the undulating mass of consciousness that we’ve barely scratched the surface of. All we’ve managed to do is cluster them together and make suggestions that trickle into a virtual mob mentality. Half of humanity stuck in the screen and the other half clinging to what’s left of the Earth. What is the point of it all? Do nations exist purely to dominate with money? Then if one nation controlled the money and enforced that money with violence then that would make them the tyrants of the world. I fear the height of that empire is falling and the seams are starting to show as we’ve stuffed enough greed into our padding. I keep abreast within me a sliver of pure prayer. That we shall resist the wiles of greed and remain strong in our convictions toward each individual’s vision for the future. I hope this prayer reaches the heavens to coalesce all vision for a better humanity together in a collective effort to sway the hands of fate by a single degree. That this tiny mark on the world changes the trajectory of humanity millennias from now. I wish to see it but my this is my last soul’s cycle. This is as far as I’m allowed to see. Beyond this I have no idea. Will money be there as well?
