Dead Dreams
A person I hold of significance, that I’ve not heard frm fr quite awhile made contact with me few days back. It was a friendly gesture of keeping in touch (I’d like to believe), but for the 20 minutes we chatted on the phone, that late, and me being semi-drowsy; I naturally expected a conversation like old times. Instead I was further introduced to a person that has evolved (or ‘grown’) so much so, it made me wonder if I needed some growing up.
The last 2 occasions I’ve seen this lady, she hinted a transformation by her tone, her wear, and ultimately her spirit. It was a good thing I thought. We all needed our focuses in life, our stand on things and a philosophy to live by. I’ve learnt through the rough years and my relationships with people and friends to try to always look into the good side of a personality. No one is ever the same, hence the term individuals. Oppressing and force feeding someone with another’s belief is quite unethical if you ask me.
I’m not too sure whether this girl was just stressing her views, or subtly advising me (I refuse to take it as an insult though this vixen is known to be quite sharp tounged). Whatever it was, it haunts and still echoes in my head,
“…Not for passion, For Money Vix. Dreams and all that don’t get you anywhere…”
Coming from someone who I consider, used to know me well. It acts like a jaggered dagger into my conscience. It wasn’t painful or anything, but it made me question my stand. I believe in dreams and kharma. Of doing something because it’s right, and because you enjoy doing it, I believe that money is not always a commodity, and I am not living my life just to get rich. Money is money is money, and if you ever lived life without the spoils of riches, and have learnt to appreciate things then, how does one allow oneself to so be so seduced by material wealth, it becomes your drive for life?
Say the Age of Aquarius comes by and money is outlawed. Or the world suddenly holds a united Marxism belief. What do you do? What happens when your receipts don’t add up and you can’t return the friends you buy fr cash? What happens when your lipo goes wrong and you become uglier than your principles….how would YOU see life? WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MONEY STOPS MAKING YOU HAPPY?
That conversation left me disappointed with many things, at that moment, her. And as the days passed, I realise she wasn’t the only one drawn to this free-sex, out-to-be-seen, loved-by-the-masses, run-for-riches race. Many people I know have.
And what’s worse, I find myself struggling in the same trap.
In an effort to justify myself tho….let me say this. I still dream. And maybe I might not realize many of them. But at least when my body do return to soil, I know I lived my life for something tangible. Money runs out, dreams live forever. People remember Martin Luther King…no one remembers the richest man or lady in his neighbourhood though. Get me?
With that said, I wish these people well, looking for their elixir of youth and that jackpot lottery combinations. I’ll live as an immortal with my belief.
In fact, I never said my dreams didn’t involve making some millions.
Go ponder.
July 25th, 2007 at 11:27 pm
Money is a major factor, yeah, but unless you have dreams, what do you do with that money?
For me, what I want is to have enough money so that I can make choices I want to make. I don’t want to HAVE to choose something because its all I can afford.
Money isnt the only thing that limits us, but I don’t want money to have the deciding factor in my life.
I want enough of it, so that it no longer becomes an issue in my life’s decisions.
I want to be able to choose what is right.
Money is a tool to help you realise your dreams, but luckily there are other ways too.
July 25th, 2007 at 11:55 pm
agreed. but money should not be confused as the ultimate aim. OR worse, as the dream itself. when you ask someone, ‘whats your dream’, and they say ‘ be filthy rich’…that’s when i digress. and hey! you read my blogs! yay! Viva Helenasia!=D