Money can’t buy happiness, they say.
Who’s they, anyways? Was it someone rich and famous that said those lines? Or was it someone who was so out of his luck that gave up and decided to come up with that line in order to feel good about himself?
Truth is money can’t buy happiness, it sure doesn’t but, heck, in a capitalist world ruled by money, credit, power and acquisitions, money comes close to buy one happiness or the illusion of happiness. I’m not asking for a lot, just a few million dollars would do. One million is not enough nowadays, I’ll need about ten million or so to really make it count. I wouldn’t mind more than that, obviously. I want to slide my ATM card in and see 7 or 8 digit figures on the screen and that would put a big smile on my face… Wouldn’t that make me happy?
Now, I know that money can’t buy me happiness, I know that. Just like it can’t buy me love either. Especially when it comes to loving myself. Now that’s the key element in that sentence: Money can’t buy me love for myself. It’s impossible. Money can’t flip the way I think overnight and make me love myself, love all my imperfections and flaws as well as my strengths and uniqueness. Nobody can buy self esteem and if someone came up with that I’d like to hear him.
Money is abstract. Just like music is abstract, art is abstract, love is abstract. So is money. The concept behind money is a misconception of power created by humans that wanted to own things, own slaves, own cattle, own property, own a wife and a mistress. Everything your heart desires is yours, anything you can touch is yours. Until someone decided to put a price tag on it and ask for coin.
If you think deeper and deeper, the mineral that coin contains whether is gold, silver, bronze or whatever doesn’t really have a real value, does it? It can also be abstract since before gold and silver were exploited, they were just part of the landscape. For all we know, we may be made of gold, we have the same minerals inside of our bodies, we are all connected to the elements in the universe so why not be gold? Why not be silver? Why not be stars?
So, what about it? What is it with us and money? When did it start ruling our lives and our thoughts? When did money become such a necessity? Would we die without money? Probably not. Would we be happier if we didn’t have any money? Hey, when I had no money to buy me a pair of new sneakers or even an appetizing lunch when I was in high school I remember being happier than I am today when I can eat a whole rotisserie chicken with French fries on my own. So why am I worrying about money? Since when do I give it such importance in my life? When did money become such a pain in the ass? I need money to survive, sure, everybody does but I don’t need to make money the idol that most people make it out to be.
I could die tomorrow and money will not have made me happier, or holier, or purer or whatever… The only thing money could do is buy me a nice looking coffin, a cello concerto, an operetta singer, or better yet an angelic choir and a nice plot up in Forrest Lawn, the other up in Glendale next to Michael Jackson. However money wouldn’t buy me happiness, love, self esteem, worth and life purpose. On the contrary, I think money will steer me further away from these things, the things that are worth living for.
So I will live today as if there was no money problems. Money will not rule my life, or alter my mood, or make me happy or sad. Money will not determine how I lead my life. Money will not buy friendships or relationships that are worthwhile. Money is worthless to me since there’s never enough money in the world to buy what I need. The universe will provide me with all that I need. I have got all that I need right here, right now.