- Apr 16, 2001
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What is money? Before you answer that ask yourself can someone control your life using paper?because all money is, is plain printed paper. However, some people would go to impossible ends to obtain this paper. Everyone?s life has value. For example, my life is insured up to 250,000 thousand dollars. Yep, that?s how much I?m worth so I?m a pretty expensive piece of meat walking around. Ever heard the saying, ? Money is the root of all evil?. Now, the person who said that probably has no money at all or perhaps he had money and got screwed so many times that he ended up with nothing. Yet, we can not blame ourselves for being victims of an economy based on icons such as money. It is basic knowledge that money equals power, moving your thumb against your index finger in an up and down motion is the international symbol for money. All this talk and we still have not answered the question what money really is. There are actually two answers to such a simple question, there is the economic perspective on the whole thing and then there is the philosophical one. Money can be defined as incentive. As humans we strive to be happy. To most happiness can not be reached without money. Don?t get me wrong I?m not saying we should all be as rich as Bill Gates but having enough to survive and maybe even afford a commodity here and there would be nice. I don?t think homeless people living in the park or in the subway tunnels are happy. Nonetheless, to get these things we need money, to get money we need to work, therefore, money is the incentive to work. Most of us choose to work hard to obtain these green colored pieces of paper others take the easy street and end up either rich, dead and if lucky alive in serving the rest of their puny miserable uneducated life in prison. Nevertheless, the robbers, the hard working tax paying citizens, the rich, the poor, the homeless, the people have one thing in common?we are all addicted to the same drug. That would explain why I?m sitting here since 8:30 am after only getting 5 hours of sleep and ranting about money. I take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror and notice something I never cared to look at. I see my beautiful green eye covered by red veins from the lack of sleep, my face pale and under my eyes the black and blues. I wash face with streaming ice cold water hoping it would wake me up but it doesn?t help. My coffee waiting for me at my desk next to my chocolate muffin. I ask myself why am I here? I have no family to support, I live in my parents? basement for free, and I attend school at almost a full scholarship. Yet I work hard in school and at work. For what I ask?and the answer is so simple yet I feel perplexed by it all. Why do I do it or anyone else?