By Nneka Okumazie
If money is always the most important thing to an individual, or oftentimes the leading purpose, whatever the individual does would often make a negligible difference.
This, applicable to groups as well, shows the risk with money-as-everything that has become a dominant force in society.
Yes, currency keeps a good balance of general life, necessity and production, but currency is not that worth it to become central to how all decisions are made.
There are many across societies, who in their own right have great diligence, but often for currency optimization. This makes them space holders in processes that do not care who: they, anyone else, doesn’t matter.
Currency carries a lot of weight but robs of much else in the better meaning life should be than the result of possessions, which changes very little overall.
In getting what some people want, the good things of certain things, at so much personal and other costs, it then becomes maintaining it or acting around those things without anything usefully added to the reason for being.
The problem most of the time is not the existence of currency, but its totality especially how it makes many live for it.
There are things that continue to look like what success should be because the currency is there, but it’s not exactly success even if money qualities are in the surrounding.
Society continues to run with money as success, or work completely for money, while tasks for growth or change are not found.
There are societies that have so many problems – and people work in sectors with those problems, yet, no one does much or anything towards them.
They often complain about the system, or some situation, but how is it also possible that it is comfortable to ignore those problems, or not even try, to an extent by many in their own way as a sense of responsibility to improve society?
The comfort that money brings carries the lie that things are fine.
Money, most times, does not allow to see what can be done again, only to seek more – and more, till nothingness broaches.
[Job 17:14, I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.]