Wealthy

I've been thinking a lot lately about wealth. Well, really what I mean by that is that I've been thinking a lot about how wealthy we are in America, and how wealthy I am when I compare myself up next to the whole of human history.
It's something to think long and hard about. And then, after it's been thought over I have to stop and ask myself "What's the point?" The trick of wealth is that it enjoys walking around pretending to be the purpose of existence. After we meet wealth we realize that this is not the case. People run around for their entire lives treating other people like dirt in order to gain wealth or because they are more wealthy than others and it's silly. Today, wealth boils down to having a more zeroes on the end of your bank statement than the guy next door. Ink numbers on paper buy and trade the world.
I know that this sounds cynical, and, I can't really tell you why I'm writing this. Suffice to say that I have realized that I am wealthy and that wealth is nothing but an exterior- it is wrapping paper. And realizing this is not a sad thing, but one that brings freedom from so many expectations and stresses. It is a good thing to think about.

I should probably shoot for a more lighthearted sort of post next time. ;)

Goodnight,

~Lindsay