Had to resubmit this do-goody-good bullshit.
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Vanity Vanity. Everything is vanity. The absolute nature of money conceals the glass cage it creates around your life. Higher taxes, stress, finding you have no time for the friends you wanted to help with it to begin with, the car costs associated with breaking down all the time (once you have to drive farther for the higher pay-check). Money is a limited force, only useful in persuading some human beings to do what you want some of the time and emotionally, it's a rather toxic asset. Give it to your friends all the time and you'll slowly kill them emotionally (if they don't run away from you). Use it purely for yourself and you'll discover that it abides by the emotional law of exponentially diminishing returns. Sure, it also has exponential growth in the market, but then it has no liquidity and managing those assets also grows at least quadratically with time, so in the end, it's a losing situation.
Money is a false hope of the masses. Sure, we have to earn money to survive, but they're not the points upon which you'll judge your heart. We can't wait till we're rich to live our lives.
Money is a false hope of the masses. Sure, we have to earn money to survive, but they're not the points upon which you'll judge your heart. We can't wait till we're rich to live our lives.
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