Money is Meaningless
It really is.
Im exhausted with worrying about money. For hours on end I think about how I’m going to pay bills, how much I have, how much I’ve had. What am I going to save for? What am I spending it on? Why I’m spending it? How much more can I get?
For what? For a bigger house? For an electric car? For the new iPhone I don’t need?
It’s exhausting. Worrying about how much money I have has been an exhausting venture and it’s crazy making obsessing about new ways to make and save money.
My living situation isn’t perfect and based upon my income I can’t really make it better any time soon, but that’s okay.
The best moment I had with money was honestly lending it to a friend this week asking nothing in return. I don’t have that much money. But this friend was in need intensely and I really just felt moved to help them out, and honestly at that moment it hit me.
Money is meaningless.
We should all be helping each other out in this economy. We’re all so focused on ourselves and our goals. We should be figuring out ways to sustainably house others by giving some of our resources to others. Especially those we call friends.
Resources come and go. I’ve lived in lavish riches and I’ve lived out of my car. I’ve stayed with people who owned…
