The other day I had a dream about someone who gave money to everyone and the day he needed it no one would give him any. This is a story inspired by that dream. Enjoy!~
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Money
is a big thing in the world. It will and always will be, because money
makes
the world go round. Nothing is as influential as money will ever be. A single
dollar bill can be the difference between life and death that is how serious
money is. Many of us have no idea what kind of hold it has on us. Those of us
who are born into money look at money as something that will always be there
and see no need to care how you spend it. Those of us who are not as fortunate
try to save every penny we can.
Then there are those of us, who are
like me. I love to give out money. To everyone, even those who have no
substantial need for it at all. You could be living a luxurious life without a
care and if you’d ask me for a hundred dollars I would gladly give it to you.
That is probably a problem and I’m
sure many of my friends—can I even call them friends—took advantage of me for
the same reason. That’s why I don’t care anymore. I don’t care at all about
what I do with my money. I never had any goals in the first place and I don’t
have anyone to support so why not support them all, why not go where the wind
takes me and whatever I do I can say I had a purpose all along. My money will
help me wherever I go, whatever I do, whoever I do it with, and whenever I want
it to help me, because my money is eternal.
I have more money than anyone else
will ever have and even as I give it out, it still comes back to me, because
money loves me. It tells me so, it tells me that it will never leave me as long
as I do everything in my power to make sure that I never take it for granted.
Have I taken it for granted? Obviously not! I still have so much. I don’t think
I’ll ever run out. It’s such a great feeling to know that no matter how much
you spend you’ll always receive more of it later on.
I don’t present myself as a person
who owns a lot of money. I don’t have a fancy car and I don’t wear elegant
clothes. I’m really just an average guy on the outside and I like it that way.
But, money is power and the power is mine, because honestly I could choose who
I give my money to. I’m not mean though. I believe that everyone might need
that money, so I don’t ask them why. I never do. I feel sometimes that I
should, but I don’t. I think that’s a problem, but I still do. Maybe the fact
that the money will always come back is why I do none of that, but I’m
basically throwing it away.
Today was another normal day, I
handed out dollar bills to everyone and everyone took gladly. There’s always
some joker who asks if he can have more and I give him more and he just starts
laughing like it’s the strangest thing in the world. Well, I don’t laugh, I
simply smile and I walk away.
“Anyone need money?” I asked and a
line of greedy—yes, they’re greedy, you can see it in their eyes—citizens lined
up in front of me. I handed out the money gladly, asking each what amount they
needed. Some were realistic only asking for twenty dollars, but some asked for
hundreds and I still followed their order. Some people thought that I must be
stupid and have no perception of what money was, but I had the greatest
perception of the value of money. No one could take that away from me. That
will always be mine.
No one cared though, they just
received and left. I’d finally reached the last person who asked for money and
then as I was trying to get money there was none in my wallet. “Sorry, but it
seems I've run out. I come here every day though, so just come tomorrow.”
“Sure,” the person said but they
looked like they hated me. No one tells them to wait in line for something that
might not be given to them. I went back home and when I went to go see if my
money was there, there was none. None at all and no one is able to get into the safe except me.
There wasn't even a
sign that someone tried to get into
the safe. How could this be? I didn't do anything to take my money for granted.
I did notice something though. At the bottom of the safe, there was a white
paper. It was a note. From who you ask. I think it was the money that left the
note there.
It read: “You always give it away and rarely ever use it for yourself, so there
is no need for you to obtain this much money. In fact, there is no need for you
to have this money at all. We have decided that the money should belong to
someone else with a greater understanding then yours of its value. Thank you
for taking care of the money, but we are in no need of your assistance
anymore.”
Reading that absolutely broke my
heart. Someone else with a greater understanding than me? How could this be?! It was disastrous. I ran straight to the
square where I gave everyone money and I asked everyone that I’d ever given
money, too if they’d lend me some.
“No, sorry.”
“I’m broke.”
“Don’t you have enough of your own!”
“Leave me alone, kid.”
“I only have a few dollars and I
need them for something.”
“Maybe you shouldn't be giving out
all your money.”
“Learn to treat your money better
and then maybe you would have it.” That one pained me to hear. I did not like
the sound of it at all. I did take
care of my money, because I used it to take care of others. That is the most
generous thing anyone could ever think to do, is it not?!
I had no more money and I had
nothing to do. How could I survive without money? I needed it. It was a part of
me that was not meant to be taken away and now it was. Why? Why? Why? Why me?
I went back home and I looked in the
safe once more expecting what I had seen earlier to be a lie, but no, the safe
was empty. Completely empty. Nothing! Not even the note was in there anymore.
The only thing in there was me now and I closed the safe with me in it. If I
had no money, then maybe I didn't need to live. I could just starve to death in
here. Die of dehydration. Go insane! Something, anything to take my mind off
the money.
But as if the money was trying to
punish me, the smell of money went inside my body and I nearly suffocated
knowing that I’d never be able to take that smell in again if I ever got out of
that safe. I stayed inside that safe filled with the smell of money and I
enjoyed it for as long as I could.
“It’s wonderful,” I said with my
last dying breath and no one ever found me in that safe, because the money
protected me from ever being found. No, it really just protected itself. It
knew that if someone found it and realized that someway, somehow the money did
that to me that no one would ever want money again and that’s not what money
wants. All money wants is to be used and to use others. It wants to be loved,
so it tries to do that in any way it
can.
