Money! Why has this one concept completely dominated the world? Is this what life has become? I often wonder why this is such a motivator for people to build their lives around like it's their form of religion.
It's actually quite disgusting how we have been so dependent on "earning" that we forget how to spend it properly. I am so tired of seeing people spending up to their income and beyond and then bitch and complain about being in debt. It just doesn't make sense. I mean you would think that a person making $200k a year is financially well off but behind the scenes you see that they are having problems making their mortgage each month with their $2 million home and 3 brand new cars outside (each with a personalized license plate naming each one). So I ask a question again... why do we feel the need to overspend to feel happy?
Now I have had my fair share of indulging in my youth... but over the years I have managed to pay off both my cars in full, have ZERO roll over credit card debt each month and build a nice little stash for myself just in case. I haven't even paid 1 cent in interest to a credit card company in about 7 years. I was able to accomplish this all while living in a nice place with top rated schools for my children to attend.
If this post seems like I'm bragging... well I kinda am. But really it's not that hard to live underneath your paycheck... it just takes discipline. Something I'm sure that most people do not possess much less even know the definition of.
In the end we will all end up in the same place lying on our death beds wondering where all the years have gone. At that point what difference does it make if we had material wealth or not. Despite what the Egyptians believe you can't take it with you. And who's to say that the ones you leave it too are better off.
The bottom line is... life should be about exploration, being free and leaving your surroundings in better condition than what you had to begin with. The more we lose our souls to the green paper god, the more we devalue our overall existence.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
People Are People... WHY?
I find it fascinating how other people choose to live their lives. What happened to make people the way they are and why do they feel the way they do. Perhaps it's the old actor notion in me that wants to understand people to a degree, but in truth I just want to put my own mind at ease.
For instance, what makes a person who grows up with a shitty father act the same way years later? I'm not talking about psycho-babble Freudian crap either. Just trying to find the bones deep truth of it all. I had a crappy father... which I have made mention of several times before. But I always felt the best way to handle that was to be a better person in all aspects of my life. I chose to learn not just from my mistakes but from his... and my brothers as well. I have no excuses because I know how not to be and what doesn't work. The key is to keep figuring life out until it makes sense.
I know people aren't born with the answers they need so we have to make it up as we go. But there is something to be said for common sense which seems to be lost on the masses and observed by the very few.
All I know is, I would never end up in the projects somewhere, cashing welfare checks and dealing drugs to survive... but if I ever were I would get up and move the F--- away... start over somewhere new and attempt to make a life for myself. I fail to see me being really that much smarter, more dedicated and understanding than 90% of people in this world. Then again... perhaps I really am born this way... to think for myself and not depend on others to lead me to their dreams.
I always felt that being intelligent is more than being able to calculate complex problems... but it is also trying to see other people's point of view and relate. An art that is lost on today's world.
For instance, what makes a person who grows up with a shitty father act the same way years later? I'm not talking about psycho-babble Freudian crap either. Just trying to find the bones deep truth of it all. I had a crappy father... which I have made mention of several times before. But I always felt the best way to handle that was to be a better person in all aspects of my life. I chose to learn not just from my mistakes but from his... and my brothers as well. I have no excuses because I know how not to be and what doesn't work. The key is to keep figuring life out until it makes sense.
I know people aren't born with the answers they need so we have to make it up as we go. But there is something to be said for common sense which seems to be lost on the masses and observed by the very few.
All I know is, I would never end up in the projects somewhere, cashing welfare checks and dealing drugs to survive... but if I ever were I would get up and move the F--- away... start over somewhere new and attempt to make a life for myself. I fail to see me being really that much smarter, more dedicated and understanding than 90% of people in this world. Then again... perhaps I really am born this way... to think for myself and not depend on others to lead me to their dreams.
I always felt that being intelligent is more than being able to calculate complex problems... but it is also trying to see other people's point of view and relate. An art that is lost on today's world.
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