Just a little thought, from a rare occurring pixie.
They say money is the root of all evil, but money also makes the world go ‘round. We need money for food, money for shelter, money for heat, money to keep from living like Oscar the Grouch. And, even those living in a trash can need money for bail when the police arrest them for sleeping on a park bench. Money for this, money for that. We work to get money, to survive. We need money to live, and we live for money. Even the homeless, strive for money. With their sad little cups, held by sad hands, with sad faces, in an even sadder situation. We want to spare a dollar, but second guess if we can. We would rather spend that dollar at a restaurant, a coffee house, a movie, a show, and in a way, that’s ok. Why, you may ask? Why is it ok to buy a coffee rather than give it to the homeless guy on the corner? Because money makes us robots, and we need something to feel human. We need even just one luxury, no matter how small that might be. A meal at a local restaurant, a beer with friends, a movie with a loved one, a coffee, hell…even a pack of cigarettes. We need to feel like we still have a choice about where our money goes. We need to feel like it’s still ours. We need to feel like not all of it, is being forced to one place or another. Forced to pay mortgage/rent, forced to pay electric/gas, forced to pay water, trash, sewage, tax. We need those small luxuries. So we would rather keep that dollar, than put it in those sad cups. Because really, to feel human, we CAN’T spare it. And the people that can, the lawyers, doctors, CEOs, presidents and vice presidents of Fortune 500 companies, they would rather keep it all to themselves. Hording it like a rat. Keeping our dollars, for no other reason than to say how much they have, than to put it in that sad little cup. Oh they give to charities, but the charities keep a little on the side. And those sad little cups stay empty. Even the down and out, have to be down and out a certain way in order to have those cups filled. There is a line everywhere. An invisible line that says “if you’re on this side you get help, but on that side you’re out of luck.” And other lines that say “if you’re on this line, you get to be part of the rich and fancy, the cool club, but on that side you have to be part of the outcasts.” Middle class, upper class, lower class, upper-middle, lower-middle, they are all just different words for those different lines. Grouping people here and there to determine who really needs help, and who should do the helping. We see a lot recently about the 1% and the 99%. But really, we aren’t much different. That’s just another line to make all of us feel like we aren’t part of the crowed we hate. The 1% may have more money, but the 99% could still spare that dollar, in that sad little cup, and we buy a triple soy latte instead. And don’t say “but I donate! I give! I put a dollar in that cup!” Because, unless you do that every day, or never buy a luxury, we aren’t much different than the 1% who give to charity to make themselves seem more giving. But as I said, that’s ok. Because we need to feel human. We need to feel like we are in control of something. And when those sad little cups are even half way full, that money is spent on a luxury for that homeless man. A sandwich, a soda, a bottle of liquor, or even drugs in some cases. That’s something they want. A luxury. To feel human. To feel normal.
Money is the root of all evil. But without it, we would cease to be human. It keeps us alive. It pisses us off, and it makes us happy. Money creates these lines, and money makes us all the same. It causes fights, and it brings us together. Money truly keeps this world spinning, and personally, no matter how little I have, I would hate to see this world stop.