Ahh there we go.. By the way, the word you're mostly likely looking for is orgasmic 👌. Now onto the monologue.
Bread, dough, green, mula, all names given to a divine concept created by ancient man to rid the world of barter.. Some say it's the root of all evil, I say it's the root of all things, an inevitable concept bound to spring up in intelligent life, an excellent compromise to fighting over resources as our animal brethren are forced to do to survive in what we refer to as "The Wild"; maybe it wouldn't be so wild if animals could formulate their own money? "I give you my flesh in exchange for money to feed my starving children", might be a hypothetical discussion between a deer and a lion...
Maybe the currencies should stay intro-specie to avoid technicalities and moral issues 😂.
This post is not going to be about whether or not we need money or if money is good or bad (Money is needed in any society that allows for individuality and any form of freedom, even a communist society. As long as people want to wear different clothes from each other, or eat something different from others are eating, money is required, even if it is shared equally. Also no inanimate object is coherently "bad", it's people that are "bad", whatever the word bad truly means). Talking about those topics would make for a rather short post, but what I'm about to talk about is more... fleshy and unconventional. I'm here to try to show you how me saying "Getting money is the best approach to happiness" is more of a fact than an opinion.
I am a very open person, so I tend to bring up controversial matters quite often (Also to try and get to know if the person I'm talking to is worth keeping close or nah) if you have chatted with me for a bit over 2 hours, you'd probably notice quite quickly I have a "love for money", but to be honest I don't love money all that much... It's just a piece of paper in literal terms, the concept and power behind it is really what's attractive (A pretty good face and an amazing personality.. If money were a girl I'd marry her). Talk with me for over maybe 5-6hrs (not in a stretch obviously, but if you're up for just listening to me talk hmu) I'd probably make sure I made it clear that it's the freedom money gives that makes me love it so dearly, but there's more to it than that. I am truly not sure of what I want...
To phrase a little quote by me: "Money becomes your only objective when you realize you don't know what you want and your best bet to achieve true happiness is to have something that can give you anything even if at the end of the day you really wanted nothing...".
So many times have I been wrong about what would truly make me happy, so why risk going straight for the objective? Why not get something that can get you the objective and other things? Incase the objective was just a mirage.
I'll use this quick story as an example: Our young protagonist is Pat. Pat really didn't have many friends, his closet friend was his puppy, Distraction, he called him this because Distraction gleefully distracted him from his school worries, his parents (who tended to fight a lot), and in his words: "Never ending homework teachers use to torture little children!", his parents would always smirk and reply "If you don't finish the never ending homework, you'll never get never ending ice-cream", which would promptly motivate Pat to be as swift and as accurate as possible when doing his homework, which turned out to have an ending, also did the ice-cream ironically, but not the countless trips to the dentist.
So back to the main story. Pat visited his granddads farm when he was 12 and had a great time, soon after returning home his parents broke the news to young Pat that they were separating. Pat's heart sunk, he felt queasy and fainted. Both his parents rushed him to the hospital where he stayed for 2 days. At the end of the whole ordeal, Pat's parents still split up 2 months later. Pat was heartbroken. Life went on and Pat grew up and found himself living in an pretty average apartment, in a high rise city, with his best pal Distraction. Pat had grown tired of his job over the years and reminisced, quite often, to the time he had spent in his granddads farm, always saying to himself "If I could relive that moment, I would be truly happy ".
So one day he finally had enough and moved to his granddads farm with Distraction, which his granddad had left for his mum. As he stepped on the porch a sense of happiness filled him, he was home. A week past and the grandeur was still within Pat, but everyday it felt less and less exciting to wake up to the farm, but Pat always reassured himself that "This is the place for me"..
Two years later Distraction died, Pat finally had a reality check. He was living in a wooden scrapyard. He finally saw the cracks in the walls, the nails sticking out of the floor (the cause of countless infections for both him and Distraction), and the dusty furniture. To wrap this story up Pat got married, got into a more abusive relationship than his parents and divorced, luckily with no children, he moved back to the city and found work elsewhere, where his story truly ends is unknown.
Pat like so many others fool themselves to think if they could only go back to a happy experience they will be fulfilled forever, but sadly most humans simply aren't wired that way. We then look for other happiness givers(We'll call them distractions because they distract us from our sadness) such as a partner. I'm not saying that a partner is a bad distraction, it probably is a very good one, but using a partner in this way will eventually lead to problems, because unlike Distraction, the dog, humans tend to change a lot over the years. It would likely be better to enjoy other distractions with your partner, making the distraction that much better (A distraction multiplier if you would). But why limit yourself to such small distractions when there is an arsenal of distractions out in the world.
Pat's story was a bit sad, but it's usually this sadness that leads to blindly following goals in the search for the illusive mistress happiness. I'm not saying money would have solved all of Pat's issues but it could have gotten him the farm and maybe even renovations, maybe he could have moved his parents into the compound, maybe he won't have rushed into a relationship with anyone and maybe he could have gotten a therapist if he really needed one. Money is the way out of sadness because it gives you infinite ways to solve you're problems, but it can't solve one thing, which is helping you find your problems (It can buy you a therapist though so it actually can...), it's a golden concept that can work for anyone. If money doesn't make you happy, you're not spending right.
Bread, dough, green, mula, all names given to a divine concept created by ancient man to rid the world of barter.. Some say it's the root of all evil, I say it's the root of all things, an inevitable concept bound to spring up in intelligent life, an excellent compromise to fighting over resources as our animal brethren are forced to do to survive in what we refer to as "The Wild"; maybe it wouldn't be so wild if animals could formulate their own money? "I give you my flesh in exchange for money to feed my starving children", might be a hypothetical discussion between a deer and a lion...
Maybe the currencies should stay intro-specie to avoid technicalities and moral issues 😂.
This post is not going to be about whether or not we need money or if money is good or bad (Money is needed in any society that allows for individuality and any form of freedom, even a communist society. As long as people want to wear different clothes from each other, or eat something different from others are eating, money is required, even if it is shared equally. Also no inanimate object is coherently "bad", it's people that are "bad", whatever the word bad truly means). Talking about those topics would make for a rather short post, but what I'm about to talk about is more... fleshy and unconventional. I'm here to try to show you how me saying "Getting money is the best approach to happiness" is more of a fact than an opinion.
I am a very open person, so I tend to bring up controversial matters quite often (Also to try and get to know if the person I'm talking to is worth keeping close or nah) if you have chatted with me for a bit over 2 hours, you'd probably notice quite quickly I have a "love for money", but to be honest I don't love money all that much... It's just a piece of paper in literal terms, the concept and power behind it is really what's attractive (A pretty good face and an amazing personality.. If money were a girl I'd marry her). Talk with me for over maybe 5-6hrs (not in a stretch obviously, but if you're up for just listening to me talk hmu) I'd probably make sure I made it clear that it's the freedom money gives that makes me love it so dearly, but there's more to it than that. I am truly not sure of what I want...
To phrase a little quote by me: "Money becomes your only objective when you realize you don't know what you want and your best bet to achieve true happiness is to have something that can give you anything even if at the end of the day you really wanted nothing...".
So many times have I been wrong about what would truly make me happy, so why risk going straight for the objective? Why not get something that can get you the objective and other things? Incase the objective was just a mirage.
I'll use this quick story as an example: Our young protagonist is Pat. Pat really didn't have many friends, his closet friend was his puppy, Distraction, he called him this because Distraction gleefully distracted him from his school worries, his parents (who tended to fight a lot), and in his words: "Never ending homework teachers use to torture little children!", his parents would always smirk and reply "If you don't finish the never ending homework, you'll never get never ending ice-cream", which would promptly motivate Pat to be as swift and as accurate as possible when doing his homework, which turned out to have an ending, also did the ice-cream ironically, but not the countless trips to the dentist.
So back to the main story. Pat visited his granddads farm when he was 12 and had a great time, soon after returning home his parents broke the news to young Pat that they were separating. Pat's heart sunk, he felt queasy and fainted. Both his parents rushed him to the hospital where he stayed for 2 days. At the end of the whole ordeal, Pat's parents still split up 2 months later. Pat was heartbroken. Life went on and Pat grew up and found himself living in an pretty average apartment, in a high rise city, with his best pal Distraction. Pat had grown tired of his job over the years and reminisced, quite often, to the time he had spent in his granddads farm, always saying to himself "If I could relive that moment, I would be truly happy ".
So one day he finally had enough and moved to his granddads farm with Distraction, which his granddad had left for his mum. As he stepped on the porch a sense of happiness filled him, he was home. A week past and the grandeur was still within Pat, but everyday it felt less and less exciting to wake up to the farm, but Pat always reassured himself that "This is the place for me"..
Two years later Distraction died, Pat finally had a reality check. He was living in a wooden scrapyard. He finally saw the cracks in the walls, the nails sticking out of the floor (the cause of countless infections for both him and Distraction), and the dusty furniture. To wrap this story up Pat got married, got into a more abusive relationship than his parents and divorced, luckily with no children, he moved back to the city and found work elsewhere, where his story truly ends is unknown.
Pat like so many others fool themselves to think if they could only go back to a happy experience they will be fulfilled forever, but sadly most humans simply aren't wired that way. We then look for other happiness givers(We'll call them distractions because they distract us from our sadness) such as a partner. I'm not saying that a partner is a bad distraction, it probably is a very good one, but using a partner in this way will eventually lead to problems, because unlike Distraction, the dog, humans tend to change a lot over the years. It would likely be better to enjoy other distractions with your partner, making the distraction that much better (A distraction multiplier if you would). But why limit yourself to such small distractions when there is an arsenal of distractions out in the world.
Pat's story was a bit sad, but it's usually this sadness that leads to blindly following goals in the search for the illusive mistress happiness. I'm not saying money would have solved all of Pat's issues but it could have gotten him the farm and maybe even renovations, maybe he could have moved his parents into the compound, maybe he won't have rushed into a relationship with anyone and maybe he could have gotten a therapist if he really needed one. Money is the way out of sadness because it gives you infinite ways to solve you're problems, but it can't solve one thing, which is helping you find your problems (It can buy you a therapist though so it actually can...), it's a golden concept that can work for anyone. If money doesn't make you happy, you're not spending right.
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