The Tool I Hate

I hate it!

I don’t like the word hate and try to avoid using the term but I HATE IT.

I hate money.

I’m not certain what money is. Sometimes it’s silver and nickel and copper and paper. Most of my money is simply a concept and not tangible. It’s figures – amounts -- recorded on hard drives in computers somewhere in this country – or perhaps some other countries.

So, it appears my money is simply a concept. But I still hate it.

Why? I’ve asked that question of myself.

Here are some of the answers that I’ve discovered.

Money is a master that makes slaves of many people. I want to be free.

Money is a man-made creation that elevates itself to an unworthy god. I want no gods.

Money is a deceiver that promises happiness but it’s a vain promise. I need no vain promises.

Money is a catalyst that sometimes brings out the worst in people – greed and dishonesty and violence. I want to avoid this evil.

Money is a thief that attempts to rob me of my time and opportunities. These are more valuable.

Why do I not want it like so many others? Why am I content with a little? I don’t know the answers to these questions but I do know money is a necessity and a tool. As such, I’ll earn it and mange it and use it. And all the while I’ll hate it.