Sunday, December 15, 2013

My thoughts on Money

Okay so I constantly feel like I have a million and one thoughts/opinions on the world and life and how things work. So I decided I'll break the topics down and write about them one by one. So this is the first dive into my mind.

Money is a piece of a paper with an old white man's face on it to which we have attributed value. Someone made cash up a long time ago, and I guess everyone thought it was a good idea because it caught on and folks went with it [as if mankind needed any more problems]. We believe that a bill displaying Franklin's face is somehow different than a bill displaying Washington's, even though they are both printed on the same exact paper in a similar fashion. But that's just programming, which is a whole nother story.

Money is a tool, one which has a unanimously agreed upon value, to which most people incorrectly assign personal value. There is an psychological heft that comes with being "broke" or "rich" or "wealthy". People who attach their worth to the amount of money they have are people who still seek happiness or fulfillment in material things. People such as these have a long way to go.

Ultimately money is an asset in the society that we created. Saving for goals is smart, although I don't believe in socking it all away for a rainy day or just because. Spend it now. Use it to your advantage and invest. Make yourself comfortable. Enjoy yourself, splurge a little. Ask for a raise. Heck, in a world where athletes and stars make more money than some third world countries, what we "deserve" is relative. 

I use it as a tool, save for goals, and plan on continuing to live quite comfortably. We have to maintain no matter what we do, so might as well maintain on a livable income. We only need money because we make each other pay to live on earth. So you know, you literally can't live without it. And that's probably the saddest part. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

The Haves & The Have Nots

I consider myself a simple person because I don't need much from the world around me to sustain me or even make me happy. There's little that catches my interest, or impresses me, or even makes itself important. There is so much fluff out there to distract you from what's really affecting your day to day life, like the fact that you're in your third year of college and hate your major, or the fact that your boyfriend is living overseas and the reality of him cheating on you is eating away at your self-esteem. Or the fact that you've spent every week this year looking forward to Friday. Being unhappy is lame, and it makes you lame, and society's job is to make you not notice it.

I'm not going to have an extensive conversation about religion, racial pride, your alma mater, or some bullshit reality TV show with you. Because those things don't matter. Sure I enjoy a little tune, I like to rock fly garments, I like to catch an interesting movie or documentary, I enjoy a hearty dinner in posh surroundings but I consider those things frivolous and secondary. Those things have their box in my carefully compartmentalized brain, and ultimately, my eye is on the prize. And for me, those priceless things are security and connection. Or in more simple terms, I'm only obsessed with my business endeavors and the people [and things] I love and hold in high esteem.

Right now I'm developing a luxury eCommerce site, redoing my consulting site and putting the finishing touches on a very personal (and most likely, very short) book. And after those are done, I'll be buckling down hard on this gem of a novel I've been pecking at for over a year. I'm not stanning over Beyonce's new record like everyone else for two days. I don't worship anyone, let alone false idols and I don't need Beyonce to let me know I can shine, I already knew that. [Sidenote: I feel like people are so impressed with Beyonce because she is pretty/light skinned, she can dance, and she can sing hold a note. Although I recognize her as a captivating performer, she does nothing for me, and it's probably because I am also pretty, an incredible dancer, and a great singer... and for some reason my standard for judging talent is myself. If someone is or can do something better than me, then I'll give it to them, if not... well then it's quiet for you.] I know I sound like a hater, but that's just not true. The core of my frustration comes from my disbelief at the general public's stupidity and the consistent lauding of simply "okay" entertainment. I mean, I knew people were stupid, but sometimes it baffles even ol misanthropic, cynical lil me.

This year has been good to me and I made some life-changing advancements, like upgrading my entire closet, handling some major moolah and finding [a] love. My social life definitely suffered, as it has ever since I quit the full-time workforce and turned my focus to more serious things two years ago, but hey there's always next year. It's New York, there's always an opportunity to party.

Wondering why Ashley Olsen is plastered all over this post? She's my current style and business inspiration.

Now playing: - ATM Jam [Kaytranada Remix] - Azealia Banks & Pharrell [I can't stop listening to this!]