I used to hate how blank my thoughts were. Sometimes I’d just have nothing on my mind. Literally nothing. While some may say that nothing is something, I actually agree. The feeling of nothingness, is in of itself a remedy to many concerns we have in our life. As a kid, something would always be on my mind, something trivial, but seemingly important at the moment. If I hadn’t felt anything at that moment, if I hadn’t thought about anything, I’d be worried that I was growing more stupid. Then, without that mental activity, I’d pause my interaction with the world, and subsequently fall into a state of idleness that wasn’t utilizing my time well. This spawned from how my dad would often ask me repeatedly, are you doing something meaningful? Most of the time I’d have to lie to him and say yes, but even so, the words would silently drive my internal desire to always be productively doing something, rather than an inactive consumption of resources. To this day, I still somewhat struggle with...
The things that matter in life are those that you can remember in the moments prior to death. I anticipate some examples of such would be family, friends, enriching experiences, and whether I’d lived a purposeful existence. If I weren’t to wake up tomorrow, would I be satisfied with what I’d accomplished as of late? Would I be satisfied with the way I’d spent my time until then? Do any of them entail the societal conception of money? On the surface level, no, money doesn’t pop up in mind. I’d imagine that a lonely king living in a marble castle disconnected from society wouldn’t exactly be happy. Neither would an individual who seeks pleasure in the purchase of new commodities that hold perceived value. Well, I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as some may find certain joy in luxury goods that otherwise provide no utility. While many may argue that the allure of money providing purchasing power, is a farce, there is a small misalignment with the interpretation of what happin...