Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate money. I don’t hate the pursuit of happiness. I don’t hate people who think money is everything. Who think money is happiness.
I love my iPad. I love having a safe place to sleep and a school to learn at. What I don’t love is living in a society where freedom has become an illusion.
Alot of people think western society is a place where freedom has been maximized, where each man and woman can pursue their own ends without interference. But I ask these people if they believe in chains that aren’t material. In pressures that are more insidious by nature.
I am not a radical going after the innocent man who loves his home and his family. Who works hard. I am a protector. I am the voice of the man who works hard but doesn’t love his life. He’s miserable. He wanted to be an artist but he was told that he couldn’t be happy without money. So he became an accountant. He sits in the same office day after day after day. He doesn’t complain. Society has trained him better than that. He is trapped without anyway to express his angst and frustration. Slowly he is consumed by his misery and dies without being remembered or being loved or ever understanding the beauty of living a life worth living.
Do you see? We have become slaves to our own ideal. Money comes before happiness. Before beauty.
The last 500 years is an ironic time period. We freed ourselves from the moral slavery of religion. With science and rational thought we became aware of mankind’s enslavement to religious dogma. Only to cling to the closest idol. To material. To the physical realm. To money. We gave up our noble aspirations and chose to pursue the accumulation of wealth. Money has become our new God.
Thousands of years of economic theory suggest that society is not possible without currency. Then again, thousands of years ago we thought the world was flat and that an omnipotent super being watched and protected us. Just because the majority says something does not mean they are correct. Despite this I sense that people will have trouble letting go of currency. The human race thrives on clinging to unnecessaries. So I suggest this, imagine a society with a currency not of gold but of compassion, of respect, of love. A society where a man is not measured by his wealth but by his character.
They once said democracy would never work. That to give power to the people was a foolish and romantic notion. Some may call me an idealist, I prefer agent of change.