May 5, 2013 — N.O
May 5, 2013 — N.O
Time is Money.
I just heard that in my head, and it made me angry. I get the reasoning behind it. But I am fighting back. Time is not Money. Money is Money and Time is TIME. I was in a presentation yesterday and one of the things that stuck out to me was that Money is just a tool. Labor has more value than Money. Without our WORK we are nothing. Without the sweat, the hands and the back to build, create and preserve, society will not exist as it does. But somehow over time we’ve made up money to be everything and we’ve lost the value of time, of work, of the spirit.
Money over everything.That is pretty much what I understand is the value that we have as humans. The want, search and keeping of money > our time spent with people we love.
I can’t accept that. I can’t accept my time in this world will be marked by how much money I can show that I got. This struggle has has become more urgent to me. My first child was born 9 months ago, one of my favorite aunts died 7 months ago. It has become an emergency.
I am lucky; we have decent jobs that we like, with relatively flexible schedules. But when I find myself with one eye on my child and the rest of me dedicated to work tasks, I wonder if this is what I want. If this is how I want to live. And for how long? I have the opportunity to shape a piece of the world, to facilitate dreams, goals, achievements.
Money. I need it. The car, house, food, school fees, health, vacation, clothes and all. All that na Money. But if someone else I love dies tomorrow, what will my money mean to me?
I realize I am caught in a cycle. No matter the religion, class, ethnicity, sexual orientation, and talent. Money is the #1. How does money not become god? How do I make time over money and not make money my time?
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N.O. : New wife & mother, is multi-interested & multi-involved in all kinds of things. See what they are on danceslave.com, grubaplate.blogspot.com & one3snapshot.com