Price tags have been attached to each and everything, living or not. Want a rose, maybe a couple of dollars, want the attention of that girl, maybe you need a bunch of those roses, a whole bouquet of roses of various colors, bright colors, colors she would love, I think you need no more than 50 bux to get a good bouquet, an excellent one. You want to get her love maybe a few dinners and six or seven of those bouquets, don’t worry, you are not going beyond a thousand dollars.
Apparently, that’s what we are all about, even love has a price tag, the pricy diamond engagement ring, the thousands spent on a honey moon and I mean THOUSANDS, Capital T, Capital H, Capital every single letter.
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, it is all that matters, prices, what will you spend today and what will you spend tomorrow, the price is the value to you, to us, to everyone all over and all around. How can you resist the shine of money, how could we when it blinds us and gets us to lose focus on anything else even the value, the moments.
‘Time is money,’ a quote I say sometimes and I hear it much more often than I say it, bringing my utter concentration to the green, forgetting about all the real pleasures that exist beyond the notion of money, beyond the world of dollars and euros. We happen to know the price, we never know the value and if we do it is always too late, it always hits us after we have been consumed by all the shit that the money could buy and all the crap that it could bring, and it is always near death that we start realizing the real value of everything all around.
In the words of Oscar Wilde, “These days man knows the price of everything, but the value of nothing.”
Mr. Oscar, I bow in respect…
