Overestimated and Underappreciated
Well, well, well…(said in my most awesome Maleficent voice), it has been a while, but I am back ‘b %&)* s’ and hopefully this time I won’t be gone for two years before I am heard (or read).
So, what prompted my ‘Phoenix’ to rise from the ashes?— you guessed it: Money!!! Ka-ching ka-ching!!
I recently had a vivid dream, like this was the IT dream(full-on colored ones that even if you are a deep sleeper you remember). I was dancing in a pile of money while more was raining down. Notes, coins, even bitcoin were all falling from the sky while I twirled, twerked, and wiggled to the amazing sounds of falling riches. What a joy it was for heaven’s gates to open wide and shower me with blessings of cash and gold!!
Now I am thinking, really thinking why that dream had such a lasting effect. Yes, I want money. I need money and so does everyone I suppose, because without it I doubt there's much you can do. Money is useful in our day-to-day living and therefore it does hold certain importance in our life processes. But does it hold a bigger portion than we give it credit for? During my teen years, I really gave money a lot of esteem. I would watch movies where girls who were looked at by cute boys wore nice clothes and expensive makeup. I saw cars, shimmering buildings, glittering jewels, and fine dining ads that really stamped the notion that money is what truly makes the world go round; heck it could even buy me ‘love’ at that point. Yes, my career goals were to own a billion-dollar company that could withstand time and generations, churning out money so I could have it all; conquer the world Alexander style, and live Rapunzel’s happily ever after. I clearly had money overestimated.
Fast-forward to my adult, post-uni view. Unemployed, no house, no handsome man, and clearly not enough money. All that time striving and studying so that I can have the money yet it ain't there?…boy that can do something to ya!. I was cynical, filled with seething envy for all those money makers and spenders who were living the grand life. I wondered, “How did they make it?” But the thought carried more of jealousy than curiosity, thus I came to the erred conclusion that it was possible because they were ‘underhand, basement, casino mafia cult dealers’. I began looking at money as the enemy to my happiness. I agreed with every opinion and sentiment said of money being the root of all evil and I resigned that I didn’t need all that doh to be someone who matters. I was fine with less!! (underestimation defined)
So what do I take from my two extreme perspectives?
Money isn’t the issue…I am, in how I view it. Yes, I need money, however, money doesn’t need me. Why should I labor my energy and time away chasing something that won’t even appreciate my efforts to get it? or why should I have a resigned mindset of not acquiring money just because earning it can be tasking? I do not have to.
I realized I want money…in fact, I love money and really need it right now to live and maintain the lifestyle I was raised in. But, I do not want it to the point that I am blinded by believing it defines me. I give it its worth by how and what I spend it on. I will read and study harder to improve the skills that will help me either get a high-paying job or turn an idea into a ‘mega biz’. I will go after the paper for the sole reason of making me a better person; to be wealthy, not rich, because I want the money I get now to serve myself and others. I want to donate more, travel, and give out gifts to the sick and homeless. I want to partner (silently) with charities to help people who deserve it and still do that living inside a chateau house and flying my personal jet. It is possible, I know because it is being done by real humans (the likes of Elon Musk, Bill Gates, Oprah Winfrey, the Queen, etc).
So yeah, I am not gonna overestimate or underate my friend Money. I will give it the right amount of respect but it better give me much more; way more; bow down at my mighty presence kind of respect (TVD Katherine Pierce best evil smile). Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does make it a little easier to find it. Though what it totally can’t get you is LOVE (for life, people, belief, or nature).
“Money does not buy you happiness, but lack of money certainly buys you misery.”
Daniel Kahneman“It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.”
George Lorimer
(Song of the day: Money-Foxes)
