Money is only clam shells or metal discs or scraps of paper, and there are treasures of the heart and soul which money cannot buy, but most people, being broke, are unable to keep this in mind and sustain their spirits.
When a man is down and out and on the street, unable to get a job at all, something happens to his spirit which can be observed in the droop of his shoulders, the set of hat, his walk and his gaze. he cannot escape a feeling of inferiority among people with regular employment, even though he knows they are definitely not his equals in character, intelligence or ability.
These people - even his friends - feel, on the other hand, a sense of superiority and regard him, perhaps unconsciously, as a casualty.
He may borrow for a time, but not enough to carry on in his accustomed way, and he cannot continue to borrow for long.
But borrowing in itself, when a man is borrowing merely to live, is a depressing experience, and the money lacks the power of earned money to revive his spirits.
Of course, none of this applies to bums or habitual never-do-wells, but only to men of normal ambitions and self-respect.
When a man is down and out he has the time on his hand for brooding. he may travel miles to see a man about a job and discover that the job is filled or that it is one of those jobs with no base pay but only a commission on the sale of some useless knickknack which nobody would buy, except out of pity.
Turning that down, he finds himself back on the street with nowhere to go but just anywhere. So he walks and walks. He gazes into store windows at luxuries which are not for him, and feels inferior and give way to people who stop to look with an active interest.
He wanders into the railroad station or puts himself down in the library to ease his legs and soak up a little heat, but that isn't looking for a job, so he gets going again.
He may not know it but his aimlessness would give him away even if the very lines of his figure did not. He may be well dressed in the clothes left over from the days when he had a steady job, but the clothes cannot disguise the droop.
When a man is down and out and on the street, unable to get a job at all, something happens to his spirit which can be observed in the droop of his shoulders, the set of hat, his walk and his gaze. he cannot escape a feeling of inferiority among people with regular employment, even though he knows they are definitely not his equals in character, intelligence or ability.
These people - even his friends - feel, on the other hand, a sense of superiority and regard him, perhaps unconsciously, as a casualty.
He may borrow for a time, but not enough to carry on in his accustomed way, and he cannot continue to borrow for long.
But borrowing in itself, when a man is borrowing merely to live, is a depressing experience, and the money lacks the power of earned money to revive his spirits.
Of course, none of this applies to bums or habitual never-do-wells, but only to men of normal ambitions and self-respect.
When a man is down and out he has the time on his hand for brooding. he may travel miles to see a man about a job and discover that the job is filled or that it is one of those jobs with no base pay but only a commission on the sale of some useless knickknack which nobody would buy, except out of pity.
Turning that down, he finds himself back on the street with nowhere to go but just anywhere. So he walks and walks. He gazes into store windows at luxuries which are not for him, and feels inferior and give way to people who stop to look with an active interest.
He wanders into the railroad station or puts himself down in the library to ease his legs and soak up a little heat, but that isn't looking for a job, so he gets going again.
He may not know it but his aimlessness would give him away even if the very lines of his figure did not. He may be well dressed in the clothes left over from the days when he had a steady job, but the clothes cannot disguise the droop.
He sees thousands of other people, bookkeepers or clerks or chemists or wagon hands, busy at their work and envies them from the bottom of his soul. They have their independence, their self-respect and manhood, and he simply cannot convince himself that he is a good man, too, though he argue it out and arrive at a favorable verdict hour after hour.
"It is just money which makes this difference in him. With a little money he would be himself again."
--- Westbrook Pegler,
---New York World-Telegram
--- Napoleon Hill
---Think and Grow Rich
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There are other forms of riches more desirable than money.
Yes, there are riches which cannot be measured in terms of dollars,
But there are millions of people who will say,
"Give me all the money I need, and I will find everything else I want."
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5 comments:
Money$ - Day in, Day out - it's all about Money$. This evening, a man drove a Red Ferrari F430. One needs a lot of Money$ to touch or even drive one. Corruptions exists because of Money$ and most "loaded" Government Servants have enough Money$ so they are not normally becoming Corrupt.
Emmmmm.... Something To Ponder!
"It is just money which makes this difference in him. With a little money he would be himself again."
"The French newspaper La Tribune quoted Villehuchet's relatives saying he "could not cope with the pressure following the outbreak of the scandal". They described his death as "a farewell from someone who had done nothing wrong", adding: "For the past week, he had tried day and night to find a way to recoup his investors' money and had begun legal action in the US against the authorities.""
Hedge fund Boss found Dead
He had found it difficult to resolve the fact that his decision in investing under Madoff's Access International had impoverished the people who had trusted him with their money. Even to surpass the primary instinct of self preservation to choose suicide. Money can cause madness.
Najib.D.C4,
Corruption did not exist because of money; on the contrary, it exist because there is no money or not enough of it.
Jefus,
Villehuchet is managing more than $3billion of funds and that's a huge sum.
Money - is an attraction that does not even exist. The attraction only exist in your heart. Human nature, has a side of greed that everyone of us do not realise. We may be telling people that we are not greedy, but, we are just telling white lies, purpose not to cheat others but ourselves. Hahaha...tell you what, I damn greedy.... merry x'mas and happy new year....
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