There are a few timeless gems Fight Club has given us - long after we disregard it as a cult film that only meant something to all of us during growing-up phase. One of them is the "you are not our job,....." one. Only it is getting tough to keep relating to it.
If me saying that 'what I now make is approximately 8 times of what I first made' sounds cocky, I would encourage you to abort reading this. But if you wish to read further, I have a bit of ranting to do.
Money. It is difficult to resist its allure. The more money you make, more steps you climb up on the mountain called Lifestyle and I am afraid it is one of the only few mountains on which descending is tougher than ascending.
You sit in a bar and happen to overhear quite a lot of things the loudmouthed fellas yap on your adjacent table. You realize they live in a different world - one that's way different from yours. If you are a judgmental person like I once was, you'd judge them by their choices, tastes and interests. But every now and then, one of the loudmouthed says a thing that you can totally resonate with. 6 or 7 times out of 10, such things of concord will be about ubiquitous elements like money, greed, recognition and other humanly universal needs and wants.
Probably that is the elixir on which money has thrived. Probably that's what makes it ubiquitous. What I'd choose to do if handed over a bag of million dollars may radically vary from what you would do but you and me are tied together with the wish of being thrown at, a bag of million dollars.
All this rant is more of a prologue to a short I am working on to put up here shortly. Also serves as my daily feed to the diary project for today.
If me saying that 'what I now make is approximately 8 times of what I first made' sounds cocky, I would encourage you to abort reading this. But if you wish to read further, I have a bit of ranting to do.
Money. It is difficult to resist its allure. The more money you make, more steps you climb up on the mountain called Lifestyle and I am afraid it is one of the only few mountains on which descending is tougher than ascending.
You sit in a bar and happen to overhear quite a lot of things the loudmouthed fellas yap on your adjacent table. You realize they live in a different world - one that's way different from yours. If you are a judgmental person like I once was, you'd judge them by their choices, tastes and interests. But every now and then, one of the loudmouthed says a thing that you can totally resonate with. 6 or 7 times out of 10, such things of concord will be about ubiquitous elements like money, greed, recognition and other humanly universal needs and wants.
Probably that is the elixir on which money has thrived. Probably that's what makes it ubiquitous. What I'd choose to do if handed over a bag of million dollars may radically vary from what you would do but you and me are tied together with the wish of being thrown at, a bag of million dollars.
All this rant is more of a prologue to a short I am working on to put up here shortly. Also serves as my daily feed to the diary project for today.
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