Earn

Why do we care so much about a thing that can so easily be torn, ripped, shred, crumpled and thrown away? That can be stepped on and run through the wash cycle?

We harvest all of our goods, put all of our people to work in turn for more of this object, this dirty printed thing? And why are we so fascinated with earning more?

When do we wake up and realize this is no longer about you and me, but all about money? Will you open your eyes already, to see that it truly does grow on trees, on apple and avocado, in cotton fields and from wheat stocks, it fills up barrels and we pump it into our cars? It is made available by the extremities we have and share, the looks, when we stare.

When will you see that it is the most recycled thing in the world, yet also the one causing the most harm? It can "help" you get happy, but let me tell you, the more you earn, the more you take on; more problems, more responsibility, more pain and more people wanting what's yours. More, more, more, truly leads to less.

Does anyone get to know anyone now-a-days? Before making a commitment, you ask, what's your credit score? Where's the car fax? What's the money I can make on this, what is my return, because it runs us all, it keeps our candles burnt.

Is it all the glitz and glamour you're attracted to, well my friend I can tell you sparkling things don't always make for stable ones. It leads us on paths of no return because it seems like the more we want the more we have to earn.