I got a slight grip or dislike for money in general. It’s not all together logical because as I’ve alluded in the past. Once money got in the mix of my kin relationships I often times got treated like a tool for money or devalued because of money. I’ve seen money bring out the worse in strangers and in family.
I’m fine with money as a tool or a means to end to accomplish a purpose or objective.
Simple. Well not really. Honest and true some people love money. They work hard and long for the security of it. The joy of it. And…that’s what they do. I don’t have a strong opinion on the strong affection people place on money.
Purpose….I find myself thinking on this alot for the past week. I admire wealthy and hard working people that do what they do simple for the sense of purpose it gives them. The money that comes from that action of grinding of staying focused of achieving goals within the overall purpose provides them joy and worth. This make sense to me.
It’s why I do what I do. I work to advance myself and improve in writing, respect, my charecter, my square, my beliefs, etc because the purpose justifies the grind and tiredness I get some times in my body.
I have a purpose for this blog. I have a purpose for writing the time spent and the hours calculated between the hours in a day all total more then an hour.
I wasn’t taught this though. I had to discover it myself as a means of dealing with money without having an attachment to it.