Money isn’t everything. Or so people tell me.
Like most people, I used to accept this statement as the gospel truth. Admittedly, it was easy to do so because millions of people were also saying the same thing.
And since so many people said the same thing, it had to be right. In any case, the line ruffles no feathers. It is as politically correct as it can get. To say otherwise – that money is everything – would make you sound like a material girl – that you would do anything, even sell your own mother, for the sake of the dollar.
Furthermore, it is easy to look down on those who search for money. These people appear to be rough, crude, and unrefined. After all, money is as basic as it comes (no life of its own, countable, and anyone can have it), so much so that if you told anyone that you are all out for it, it will instantly relegate you in their eyes to the level of the ancient humanoids, and the only difference between you and them is that they were hunting and gathering for food, while you are doing the same for money. There’s no art, no taste and nothing refined about it at all.
(This is perhaps why no books on personal finance or building wealth have been nominated for the Booker prize, or any literary award for that matter. Most people, especially those in the literary scene, view such books as third-rate publications – no art, no depth and no magic – even though such books have touched, changed and improved more lives than most novels combined!) But as I journeyed through life, the picture began to change
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