…is the root to all evil.
I’ve been thinking about money a lot lately.
It makes the world go around.
Without it, you don’t eat, you don’t have a roof, you don’t have clothes.
Yet, money is the thing that causes the biggest strife.
Why do you think Africans are continuously fighting?
Africa is rich in many natural ores and minerals. Even oil.
Yet it’s probably one of the most vicious continents.
The one place on earth where you’re sure to find a war around every corner.
All about money.
Our government is corrupt.
The whole lot of them.
I doubt there’s one honest politician (does such a thing exist?) in our whole cabinet.
All about money.
The Spanish wiped out a whole civilization for gold.
The English almost wiped out South Africans – for gold.
The most powerful men in the world – not the presidents of their contries or the main dude of the UN.
It’s the blokes with money.
Maybe you cna have power without money.
But it never works the other way around.
Money = power.
And that seems to equal a corrupt being.
I need money to feed and clothe and house myself.
Would be cool to have an extra bit left over for frivolous things like petrol and maybe a movie sometimes.
I can not, however, sell my soul again to the god Mammon.
The one time I did anything purely for the money was the biggest mistake I have ever made – bar none!
I’m still paying for that oversight.
Still paying for the fact that I did not heed my own good sense.
I let money overwhelm me.
I let the promise of money take away my self confidence.
My sense of self worth.
And I can not let it do that again.
So yes, I may end up getting a decent job, with a decent salary.
As long as I have a job with some money coming in, I’m not too fussy.
If it means that I will never do my pottery course, or only ever buy second hand books, or never go for a movie unless somebody else pays for it – so be it.
I will be able to look at myself in the mirror and be content that my soul is still my own.
That I’m not having to fork over pieces of myself because I made a wrong choice.
And, one day, when I retire, I can look back to a life lived on my terms – and not Mammon’s…