Is it worth it?

Day 152

photo by Wilson Alvarez

photo by Wilson Alvarez

Take your money out of your wallet.

Look at it.

Lay it in front of you, hold it in your hand.

Depending on where you live, it’s most likely made of paper, or fabric.

Or coins, shiny bits of metal, imprinted with designs.

Beautiful really,

The colorful drawings, the portraits, the shimmer of the copper, brass, and nickel, jingling and catching the light.

How much are you holding?

25 cents, $3, $10?

$100? $100,000? $100,000,000?

What did you do to get that money?

Did you work at a desk all day typing, and filling out papers? Did you teach children the alphabet, put out fires, or help people cross the street?

Did you tell people what to do, or cut down trees, or plant flowers?

Did you scrub floors all day until your back ached, until your hands were rough from working, until you fell exhausted into your bed at night only to wake up and do it all again?

Look at the money in your hand. Run your finger over the creases, the smooth surface.

What do you use it for?

Buying food, buying clothes, driving your car, feeding your kids?

Paying bills, paying rent, paying mortgage, paying daycare?

Buying books, buying gadgets buying entertainment, buying fun?

Is it worth it?

The things you have to do to get that money.

Are they worth it to you?

Would you do them anyways, even if you didn’t get  paid?

Is it your life’s work, the thing that make’s your heart most happy?

Or do you go through each day waiting for your real life to begin?

Is it worth it?

Do you need the things you use that money for? Or could you live without them? Could you borrow and make, grow and harvest, hunt and gather instead?

Look at that money in your hand.

Can it feed you, clothe you, house you, love you?

What would you do for that money?

Would you destroy the world for it? Gobble up precious resources and burn up pristine forests?

Would you poison the oceans? Poison our food, and water, and soil, and air just to make a buck?

Look at that money in your hand. Feel it. Smell it. The soft weight of it, the tang of copper, the heavy scent of toil.

And ask yourself,

Is it worth it?

Thank you for listening,

Love,

Natasha

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