Gods of Convenience Pathway to Destruction: Part 1

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred…and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. – 1 Timothy 6:10

Full disclosure: Whilst I don’t believe in the Bible or any holy book/religion, I do believe that wisdom must be gained from whatever source it so springs.

In early 2012 I started working in a retail store. A local store was bought out by another company and I was hired on.

I began working during the remolding phase: building shelf units, cleaning, stocking and honestly I hated it. Hate isn’t even a strong enough word to describe my utter disdain for it.

Within two days I was ready to quit. But by the third day I began to develop an understanding of why I hated it: I had no idea what I was working for.

I’m sure it would quickly be pointed out that my ultimate goal was to sell products for my company so they could get profit in order to pay my salary-but I couldn’t help but wonder: What’s really in it for me?

A physically painful week later I realized that there was in fact nothing in it for me. In fact, ultimately, working for someone else was counter survival.

Two weeks later I quit.

I’ll explain why in a later post.

 

 

A few weeks later I ran into a childhood teacher and we discussed the books I was working on and when discussing this writing project she said: “Money only seems to make survival easier. It hasn’t. It’s made it “convenient”.”

She hit the nail right on the head.

Money is merely a convenience to human survival but it is simultaneously an inconvenience. If you don’t have money it’s incredibly hard to survive in American society.

I once had a conversation with a lady who said she didn’t want to work for nothing-that her pay check showed something of her work.

 

 

 

Now I want you to think about this: A piece of paper with some numbers on it was the fruit of her labor. Doesn’t that just sound dumb?

 

 

 

 

 

The fruits of our labor should not be weighed in money, considering that money is an invention. (I’ll get into that later.) The fruits of our labor should be the grain we’ve laid up, the fruits we pluck from the trees we’ve planted and the homes we’ve built with our owns hands.

Here’s something I want you to think about: The economy is in a constant state of flux but you know who isn’t worried about finances? The bird who just built her own nest out of spit and twigs, the vulture out having dinner courtesy of the raccoon you just hit on your way home from “work” and the uncontacted tribes of the Amazon.

Now, while nature is blissfully unaware of banks, the animals, the birds, the trees and the weeds are living and anyone caught up in the world of finance is spending their health in order to gain their wealth, only to spend their wealth to save their health, having never really lived at all.

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