Let's talk about money

There was a movie that came out in 2003, called "The Core". It wasn't great. The storyline was questionable, the acting was sub-par, the CGI was okayish for the period. So why am I talking about a 14 year old strictly average movie in this post? Well, in this movie the plot revolves around a bunch of scientists that have to make a 'car'........well a vehicle that will be able to take them to the center of the earth. It will drill through miles and miles and miles of rock, iron and many other materials and then land them at the 'Core' of the planet. Well, I watched the movie and when they reached the core, there wasn't a big ball of money. But I thought that money makes the world go round, so shouldn't there have been a big ball of it right in the middle?..... hmm, maybe that oversight is why the movie kinda tanked.

From the 26 odd years of experience I've gathered on this earth, money maybe the single most powerful thing out there. It can buy you admiration of your fellow peers, all the comforts and luxuries that you fancy, even jealousy from those with less of it than you. It can even make you look better, 'cause of course a $250 haircut is gonna look better than a $5 one. But that enough? Is having shiny things and being surrounded by pretty people all that important? Do other things not matter?

Picture this: You meet a guy who is wearing a fancy suit, drives a fancy car, lives in an expensive house, and just cause of this you're supposed to be impressed by him? Well, I'm not. I would rather judge anyone by their brains and heart than the size of their wallets. I mean think about it, the rich dude could've made his money dealing in smuggling, dealing drugs, kidnapping children, or he may just have been lucky and was born in a rich family. This is why I don't care how much money someone has. Remember, a smart person will turn 5 to 5000, and someone not, will turn 50000000 into ashes.

I'm also glad that I wasn't born into the super rich. Cause at the end of the day, I know that the people that are with me, are here not cause of the money, they're here cause they value me for who I am as a person and will be here through the best and worst of times. And for that I'm grateful. Grateful for not having shiny things.

Let's talk about suicide

Kurt Cobain took his life in 1994, Chester Bennington did it 23 years later. Nirvana and Linkin Park have been in the top of my favourite band lists. I've watched documentaries on Kurt, and have tried to decipher what they were going through at the time by listening to their songs. These were extremely talented individuals who thought that it was better to die than to live on. They gave up. It was wrong. And here's why...


Suicide, to me, is like tapping out when the opponent (life) has you locked in a submission hold. I'd rather pass out than tap out. I've never been a coward. Even when I was being bullied in high school I would rather throw back a punch or two even if it meant receiving 15 more in return. Life is hard guys, but there's a certain beauty in it. Think about it, if you were to be given 69 trillion dollars right now, you would be ecstatic. You would wake up and think of the various ways you were going to be spending money that day. But that might be fun for a month, maybe even a year, heck maybe even years. But eventually you would be bored out of your mind. Eventually the mindless spending will not give you joy, it will become a chore.


I think life's hurdles are what makes life worth living. Sure you may fall, but fight, get back up, and kick it in the balls. Giving up and quitting is the most "pussy" thing you can do. Life cannot throw a riddle at you that there is no answer to, it cannot, you just have to find it. And find it you must, because giving up is not the answer. You may be depressed or heart-broken, you may have been fired or lost a lot of money, and taking that last step off the ledge seems like a better option than to keep on living. But remember this, anything broken can be rebuilt. ANYTHING. And you don't have to go through these tough times alone, seek help, a friend, a family member, even a therapist. Pretty much anyone who cares enough to listen. And if you have nobody, give me a call.


So put down that shotgun, untie that noose, take a step back from that ledge, flush those pills, put away that knife. Don't give in, don't give up. Fight. Survive.


Goodluck