The Value of Money

We are born into a system. There is seldom choice, but simply the sense that we are herded and pointed. Trying to do the right thing we find the impossibility of it overwhelming. Soon there is no time to care, but only the urgent need to find value or bury the longing we have for it.

Money is easy. We want, we desire. And money is able to give us those things we want and we desire. Money. It gives us safety and security and it motivates us. It changes us. It makes us into its image. Soon we have forgotten that we have no choice and we do not feel the prodding of the stick in our sides as we are moved along the metal shoot.

It all becomes so easy. To get money we must work and so work, that indelible, human concept, becomes something we must do rather than a passion that we desire. Work brings us that single thing that we have now come to desire. Work is a means to an end. Work. It takes our time up and defines our worth.

The value of money is that we no longer need to care but simply to move. There is not time to slow down or the gentle prodding becomes a sharp pain in our sides. No longer caring what we do. No longer caring how we do it. Our work is defined for us and we are given ways to fill our lives up, themselves ways of making money for some. We become a number.

This, the number, is the value of money.