Money

January 23, 2018 Tuesday

Money.

I desperately want you. If I had enough of you, then life would be so much more convenient, and convenience brings peace to unnecessary conflicts. Growing up, your presence in my life has been so mysterious—sometimes easily under my control, other times untouchably obscure, to a point that you are more like an “ism” than a concrete object that I can hold between my fingers. You are the instant solution to trillions’ anxiety, frustration, fear, and hopelessness. Yet, you are also that stealthy culprit that splits up families, friendships, and partnerships. Who are you? Are you benevolent? Are you demon-possessed? What magic do you hold? Or are you NOTHING but the constructed fancy of the human mind?

What kind of individuals are you attracted to? What kind of master do you belong and submit to for the rest of your lifespan? What kind of guardian do you run away from? Do you want me to shampoo you? Do you want me to protect you? Or do you simply ask that I never give you away to another master that you become a vagrant child?

Sometimes you are so innocent—you are what your master makes of you. You are what your master defines you as, turns you into, and dispenses with. I began full of complaints: why are you hardly around me? But now, I realize I never truly thought of you as significant enough to keep you near me, until I’d lost you.