Cash Cow

Money is important. You can do lots of things with money. Money is valued by people all over the world. Money makes the world go round. If you didn't have money, you'd be screwed, big time. You wouldn't pay rent/mortgage, buy food, buy necessities, gas, etc. Everyone needs money. More importantly, everyone wants money. That's no matter how often you call a fuckin' cow "meal ticket" or "money bags" behind their back, you envy them. You want what they have. Which is money, which means power, and it means luxury.

Sure, money can get to a lot of people's head. It does quite often actually. Still, you can't help but admit it'd be nice to have a few extra dollars for something, then there's something else, then you decide, "Heck, might as well get that other thing."

Money can get you a lot of things. Some people say it can't buy you true love, but hell it sure does help. Satisfaction? You may never get it, but if you're clever enough, you'll have just enough to get by. Happiness? Well, it would be nice not worrying about the bills, the house, or tuition anymore. Financial activities can get dangerously boring, not to mention tedious and frustrating. How about getting that house you always wanted? How about finding out a really interesting person is interested in you now that you're rich (money is interesting and special, shallow doesn't matter). Interesting and special things are always more...interesting and special, doesn't matter how or why they're interesting or special.

Honestly, people would say, money is not important. But those lying bastards would admit any day that they could be making more money, should be making money, or wouldn't miss a chance to easily make a shitload of money. So it doesn't matter.

Remember what they say: Cash is King

-digitaldelay

The Edge of Safe

Guilt can be one of several banes and spoils, but is it not just desert? There’s a reason guilt is there in the first place. Guilt doesn’t allow you to focus and look ahead. It grasps you and keeps you put, paralyzed, capsized in a raging storm with no way out. When you stay in that storm, you can’t really expect to fare all too well. But your pride can get in the way. Arrogance keeps you in the storm guilt trapped you in. You’re not willing to admit defeat, even when you know the battle was never winnable in the first place. You don’t change, you don’t plan to, and you don’t see it ever really happening, even though you want to get out of the storm.

Some people need to be taken down. They need to be forced to do something. To be told to. It’s not like they’re slaves or anything, but they don’t trust themselves. They don’t think they’re capable of anything, and they don’t they deserve anything. They know that whatever choice they make is usually crap, as it’s based off of themselves, and their views, which are crap too.

People don’t change. Really, pretty much everyone has their roots firmly planted in the ground. Yes, there are exceptions, but for the most part, people don’t change. You may look at them and tell yourself, “I’d love to eat a donut right now, and what the hell happened to you?”, but maybe, you never really knew that person. Maybe it was all a fake, and you never bothered to see past it, to dig a bit deeper than what was on the surface. I mean, just look at oil, it’s not exactly sitting there in a little puddle waiting to be used now is it?

You only get a few seconds to make a decision, but you have a million hours to regret, applaud, or not give a shoot about that decision. From the smallest thing in the world, to the most gut-wrenching, you could regret it for the rest of your life, which would be terribly unhealthy. Yet you can’t help but look back and say, what a dope I was. I just wasted a few seconds, plus those million hours, of precious time.

With those million hours you used up thinking back, you were probably talking to yourself in the head, or at least imagining yourself talking to...something. Whatever it is, it can be annoying having to listen to yourself for so long (at least for me it is).

When you fall in the dirt face first, who’s there to help you back? Plenty of people, actually. Lifting yourself up all the time can get tiring; I’m not exactly a 10 lbs. dumbbell now am I?

You know the feeling, and you see it coming from miles away, but hey, you stick around anyway. (hehe…rhymes…)

-digital delay