Rain and ice here today and down right chilly. Where oh where is spring? I stayed hunkered down beneath the covers in bed late this morning until my stomach began demanding food. It was so warm and cozy underneath I didn’t want to crawl out. I was thinking as I sat there about how I would like to live out the last quarter of my life. Simply I decided. To live in my small house with my devoted cat and the wonders of mother nature and her creatures all around me. To live my days not by a calendar or clock but by the seasons and the moon and the sun. It seems like such a simple desire and yet I cannot do it because of humanities lack of insight early on when it chose to become caught up in the money game.
As I wrote that first paragraph I could feel other people already putting their stamp of judgment upon me, not maliciously, but because it is what they have been taught to believe. Why do any of us judge another’s life, where or why did we turn that corner in life that said ‘go ahead and judge, it’s okay, it makes you feel better.’ To many the simple life I desire could be considered less than, not evolved, a waste of possibilities, dull and uneventful. We can think such things because they have been bred into us over generations, we were made to believe that what we do in life defines who we are. Are we a Dr. or a Lawyer or an Indian Chief? Such titles and degrees define us, to not have one makes someone less than, uneducated, lower class, less worthy. And yet…
I was well-educated at private schools, my mind is sharp, I communicate well with those around me, I am a far-reaching, big picture thinker and yet I don’t have a career that defines who I am nor do I desire one. Shame on me! Are we not made to believe if we don’t desire the climb up the ladder we lack inspiration, a desire for growth, we have nothing to offer the world? I could be accused of not engaging with life, wasting precious time dripping through the hour-glass, I am not accomplishing anything in the eyes of many. Just whose standards am I being measured by in the first place? Who made up these rules of life we live under? Did we all choose to live under these rules freely or have our ideas about the way things should be been bred into us over generations of time unquestioned? Therein lies the problem.
Early on in societies development a certain group of wealthy people with a particular mindset saw an opportunity for wealthy gain and control of the people. We used to be simple hunter/gathers, we didn’t have money, just survival skills, a sharp mind and resourcefulness. We survived back then but could not survive easily now without the security of money. This is when life became an experiment about control. Beliefs were implanted into our unsuspecting minds that subtly began to siphon away our freedom. Today we are so entrenched in this money trap it seems impossible to escape. We have unconsciously created a system to live by that has given over total power and control to strips of green paper and round, shiny, metal coins, locking us into our cages.
This monetary system of living not only ensnares us, but many do not even realize they have been trapped. They buy into the money game and their lives instantly become a quest for more and more and soon new problems unfold. As our money game begins to take root, judgment is injected into our thoughts and the haves and have-nots were born followed soon after by ego and its swagger of jealousy, greed and self-importance, which began to reconfigure our beliefs. Life was no longer about simple living and survival skills, now it’s focus had become fixated on green strips of paper and round, shiny, metal coins. It dominates our focus and dominates our way of living and entraps us in our self-made cages, stealing our freedom to live how we wish to live and be who we wish to be, if we don’t have money!
We have become slaves to ourselves, to a way of life we have been made to believe we want and that we never question! Blindly and devotedly we struggle to acquire money, yet we do not fully understand for what purpose. Sadly the more money we have the more we want. The Gerbil wheels within our cages spin continuously 24/7 in our exhausting pursuit for more, all the while simplicity and real life passes by outside our barred windows just out of reach.
And so I long to live quietly with my cat and nature, yet I cannot do such a simple thing without money to pay the bills and put food on the table. I came to earth and once here was made to live an acceptable life by someone else’s standards by accepting their beliefs and becoming ensnared in the money trap. Now with my life 3/4 over it is hard to break free without money. The circle is complete. I often feel like I was born at the wrong time as these standards of living are not mine! They hinder my freedom to be who I wish to be and live how I wish to live. Nothing should EVER have the power to restrict someone eles’s life dreams. It’s a tough quandary to find oneself in. It is what I am working my way through right now, trying to figure out how to live out the last quarter of my life the way I want to without money. The ultimate challenge for sure.
Blessings to all,