Does Money Really Buy Happiness? Ending The Debate Once And For All
Money. A piece of paper stained by spilled blood, soaked sweat, salty tears, failed relationships, and hunger. Money. A piece of paper that has replaced our souls. Humans don't live and die depending upon souls anymore. They live and die on the basis of the money they have, and the money they can spend. Hippocrates, Confucius, Buddha, or Plato wrote about the secrets of life and existence, but may be they forgot about the most important of them all. Money. A piece of paper more important than even you.
Well so, does money buy happiness? This is a question that great thinkers haven't been able to answer even after delving into the definitions of happiness and pursuit and whatnot. Today I am aim to end this debate once and for all. You can disagree with my opinion, but I assure you that wouldn't be sensible.
There is a thin line between happiness and recreation. A line that is impossible to ignore once you get to know about it. The next time you feel happy, take a moment, close your eyes, and wonder if that's happiness or simply recreation. This is quite an evil thing to say, I accept, as humans are already scrambling to finds bits and pieces of happiness in the smoke-infused, ozone depleted world of today. However, it is important that we know what makes us happy in order to achieve it. And there's a thin line between trying to find happiness and being miserable because you cant have it.
I keep trailing off. But that's life, isn't it? Lets come back to money. And happiness. There exists a deep connection between the two. But money only makes you happy as long as you don't have it. I agree with the billionaires who tilt to the other extreme of the spectrum and are of the view that money cant buy happiness. A teenage girl in a rural setting in Africa can dream to have enough money to stand in front of the Eiffel Tower one day, or stand on the glittering shores of Santorini and breath an air that isn't musky. But a woman who has already been to Paris three times, owns a resort in Santorini, and has enough money and power to buy a ticket to Greece in mere seconds and ask her chauffeur to drive her to the airport doesn't understand the longing for those crinkly pieces of paper she has in her pocket that come with a desire to burn, kill, and cut everything and everyone standing in the way. Money buys happiness as long as you don't have it. The longer you do, the longer it slips out of your hands. The longer you lose its value. The longer you stop running after it. The longer you start seeing it as what it actually is. A crinkly piece of paper that holds a power that could, in moments of doubt, challenge even God.
Man’s biggest motivation in the world is not love. Or comfort of his loved ones. Its simply money. And may be that is why God made so many men poor. So that they would keep running after a futile pursuit inside of looking into the meaninglessness of their life on a floating ball of water that circles around a gas giant and is bound to end one day. Money can be a distraction, just like love. And a good one at that. After all, where would the world go if all mankind starts to pursue the reason of its existence instead of trying to put bread on the table?
