No one doesn't like money because it makes the world go around.
Some people are born to be moneymakers and some aren't.
Some people are born into money and some aren't.
Money classifies people, more you have the higher up you are in the ladder of life. Less you have, you become a slave to the haves. You just don't know it.

I was making drip coffee the other day as my usual routine and I do it so often that it became a time when I come up with ideas.
I was thinking about money at the time. Then, it dawned on me that just my routine was costing me money.
First, coffee. Some farmer grew it in Pakson and sold it a middleman then we bought it from them. Money transaction has already occurred. The grounding machine was bought in Korea as well as the Kalitas. The filter was bought at D Mart. We pay the water bill every month. Everything is money, money, money.
And then, I thought how lucky I am as to not having to think about money in my routine. Then, I thought what if I didn't have the money to do my routine?
My brain couldn't process that thought.
I couldn't process that thought because I never had to think about it. Born into a rich family at the time and fortunate enough to have a rich mother, so I didn't have to think about money. I realized that there was such a thing as money when I turned 40, believe it or not.
I had 5 aunts. One of them thought of me as her own child. She left me a hefty sum of money as her inheritance. I thought that that wasn't my earned money. I felt guilty about receiving it. Nevertheless, it went into my bank account.
I had to bring them to Laos so I had all this cash on me. When I went to a bank to open an account and for some reason, they made me sit there waiting for an hour. With my temperament at that time, I just left. That happened 3 times.
The cash went in and out of safe. The safe was bought to keep that cash.
Then, one day, a girl who I considered as my daughter came to my house jokingly asked for money for her new venture. And I just gave her the money on the spot.
In my thought, I was feeling guilty about the money which meant that it wasn't my money but someone else's. I thought that she was the right one at the right time. I trusted her.
As it turned out, she became a household name in Korean community in Laos. She became a successful business woman succeeding in her venture.
You see, money is does its job when it's not yours anymore. Money makes money if you are smart about it. Not like me who has such a nonchalant attitude about money.
What's the point of hoarding it and worrying about keeping it? And spending more to keeping it safe. No point in taking it with you in a casket.
My mother was rich because she was smart with an idea in her head.
She was born into a rich family having a lot of resources that she could use to make money for herself. She used her head.
Problem with her sons is that she didn't teach that to her sons. She just used the money she had to make her sons comfortable without knowing the consequences.
When I turned 50, I've realized that you have to earn money. I've been just thinking about how to make money for 20 years. As gullible as I am, I been in many silly projects that were just talks no substances. There are many frauds out there than good people, I learned.
And you also learn the fact that everything we learned in our education was a lie to keeps us in line.
By whom you ask?
People with a lot of money!
With money, comes greed. A human nature. I guess greed is what makes humans progress. We just crave excesses.
My point about money is that it's something that does its job when it is spent.
Hoarding it is jut silly because we all disappear in the end to abyss.
I feel so proud in the fact that I had made a change in someone else's fortune by spending my money. That I had made it better for them.
The girl that I considered as my daughter, has a boyfriend now who loves her to death and busy making more money.
Seeing her progress is so satisfying and fulfilling!
That, you cannot buy with money!
Even though I've already spent it. Money has done its job!


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