Why do you want to be rich? Or if you won’t admit to wanting to be rich, why do you want to have money? Or why did you buy that lottery ticket? Or why did you enter that draw for the new Benz, like I just did?
When I was growing up good behavior was rewarded with love, food, gifts or even cash. Poor or unacceptable behavior was rewarded with actions that produced feelings of shame or guilt or worthlessness. In many families a child can believe they are loved or not loved based on their actions: grades in school, success on the football field or performing well in the school play.
Basing a reward system on our actions can create a person, or a whole society of them, that believe that money can solve their problems. They believe that money can actually make these wounds better.
That money can buy anything more than surface satisfaction is probably the great fallacy of our world. Of course, we all know better, but if you peal back that ever so thin veneer of being ‘above all that,’ we secretly dream of giving the boss the finger, showing up at the high school reunion in a Rolls or buying a trophy wife to make it all okay inside.
There really is not a way to benefit in any meaningful way from being rich. My guess is that being rich is like a magnifying glass for your heart. If you have a strong heart and have your feet solidly on the ground, then money makes it all a little bit sweeter. But if your heart has even the slightest fissure being suddenly blessed with a windfall will likely tear it apart.
In the pretend world of smiley face “how’s it going”…”good, how about you” while not really wanting anything more than a stock answer, being rich seems like the ultimate prize. But just under the surface, in the world of broken dreams, pent up resentments and aching souls, being rich is a powerful drug that is best kept high up on the top shelf, high above needy arms.
I know that I have always felt that decent money was always been just beyond my grasp and lately I’m begining to see that this may be just the way some more intelligent part of myself wants it to be, and that may just be the biggest blessing of all.