You need money to get a job, and a job to get money. You also need money to get free healthcare. And money to pay for plants- free to billions of other species, every other one except for you… and maybe your dog- but money to pay for them, so you have energy to get a job and make some money.

Work your way up the ladder- neglect the poor of a healthy meal, so the wealthy can avoid spending money on the one percentile of people who might sue for stupid reasons- the one percentile suing because they desparately need money to give someone else money.

Do this until you make ends meet, it’s understandable. Eventually you can finally start spending money on things you don’t need; all so a 7 year old child can make some money to save his baby sister from dying… in a little dirt shack… in a country you never even knew existed… because you were too busy making money to give that very country your money.

I could go on, but I feel every reason for why we need money is based on some ridiculous cyclical arguement, with no means to an end. Money can surely be beneficial- like a means of negotiation- but I feel like we shouldn’t be negotiating our basic survival either.

That’s part of what’s silly here; it is part of what makes me so confused over why we need money on such an individual scale. I’d rather pay someone in hugs and laughter, or teach them to rock climb, or share the food in the backyard garden, or the food gathered from out and and about…. keep passing on love and compassion, instead of paper and electronic signals of paper, I guess? Just living honestly makes more sense doesn’t it? 

…Just another thought of a homeless girl is all. Blabbering, travelling, and learning about life.