A few months ago, while browsing through my Facebook account, I came across a status update of one of my friends which was something like this.

How would you rank the following according to the priorities in your life?

  • Money
  • Self Respect
  • Love
  • Career

And he had ranked them as

  1. Self Respect
  2. Career
  3. Money
  4. Love

When I started browsing through the comments, I saw that most of the people had mentioned MONEY as their topmost priority along with their views that without money there is nothing, or, in today’s world, there is no happiness that money can’t buy, stuff like that. And then, I dwindled into my past.

When I was young, I always wanted money. It could bring me chocolates and candies and stuff to eat. It could buy me pretty dresses. It could get my home decor. And many, many things. Whenever I went to any religious place, I would see beggars sitting in rows and begging and I would realize how much important it was for me to earn. To earn a lot. After all, there was nothing money couldn’t do. You can travel the world with money. You can finish off your bucket list with money. You can buy anything and everything with money.

When I was young, I always wanted money. It could bring me chocolates and candies and stuff to eat. It could buy me pretty dresses.

I have met a lot of people who want nothing in life, but Money. Like they are surrounded with money making tactics. They can go off limits for making more and more. Because after all, there is no end to money. If suppose I live in Jharkhand, I get money and plan to travel to Mumbai. If I get more money, I plan to travel to Singapore. More money means travelling to New York maybe. There will be no end to what I do, where I go, what I eat, what I wear. Nothing.

But, after coming to college I have realized, that there are far far more important things than money. I get more happy after dancing, than I get after studying. I am more content when I spend a day with my friends, than I be after getting full marks. Eating in a 5* restaurant stands nowhere, when eating in a Dhaba. My soul finds more peace when I update my blog with yet another piece of my writing, than when I write complete notes of subjects that are important for my interviews. The smile on my face is broader when someone complements me for my thoughts on life, than when they congratulate me on being a 9 pointer.

There are far far more important things than money.

That is when I felt how much people get caught in making a living, that they forget to make a life. We become so engrossed in making money, that we sometimes forget that the money we are earning is for the life. This life has not been given to make money.

That was the time when I recognized what a trivial thing money was. You can get various things with money.

But can you bring back a deceased with money?

Can you undo the sufferings a molested girl has to go through with money?

Can money give you the feeling of having a family or your loved ones?

I have seen various pictures reading

Those who say Money cannot buy Happiness, have never been shopping.

or

Who says Money cannot buy Happiness? Have you ever seen a person sad on a BMW or Harley Davidson?

But how do you know that the person owning a BMW does not have problems? Or he is absolutely Happy? Or maybe he has no misery? Money can give us the elementary Happiness. Not the eternal one. At surface, everything seems brilliant. But to know inside, you need to look deep within.

Picturing the Paradox of our lives

We have bigger houses, but smaller families; More conveniences, but less time; We have more degrees, but less sense; More knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but much more problems; more medicines, but less healthiness; We have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbors; We build more computers, yet have less communication; We have become long on quantity, yet less on quality; times of fast food, and slow digestion; Steep profits, yet shallow relationships.

We have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbors

This evolved my thinking that it is the time where there is so much in the window, yet nothing in the room.

Article written by: Akanksha Arya.

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