I naively believed that money was this worthless piece of paper and its value came from the importance we attached to it. Paper can create a rift between families that were tied together through blood. An abundance of it and the absence thereof can destroy you. It dictates who is powerful in this world and who is easily disposable. It holds a firm grasp on future generations and their success in its heartless hands. It is the one thing that is capable of so much good and evil at the same time. Let's try to rob it off its power since we came into this world empty-handed, and, like it or not, that's how we are exiting.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
