It’s a Commercial World After All

Have you ever imagined what it was like when money does not exist? This is a long excerpt about the age without money that might wake us up from the virtue of commercial world.

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If we trace history back to the early human life, all was there to find out is pure effort of man and woman producing things they need. Alas, what early humans need is far simpler than what we currently need. Basic physical necessity such as houses, clothes, and food is all they have in mind, leave aside the inherent drive to be superior, to travel, or to mate with opposite (or same) sex. Most importantly, during that period, money has no value since humans are independent enough to fulfill what they want.

Later in the upcoming centuries, money was invented to ease the barter system—when humans have to exchange the goods they need yet the value of both goods are not equal. It evolves from gold to silver to paper and coin, occupying a respectable position in the society by representing certain value of exchange. Since its inception, money was there to assist, until over the course of unhealthy abuses and obsessive devotions, money has turned itself—or has been turned into a little devil.

Since its inception, money was there to assist, until over the course of unhealthy abuses and obsessive devotions, money has turned itself—or has been turned into a little devil.

If before people direct their orientation to producing goods and nurturing their talents and ability to support each other’s survival, now the essential emphasis is bestowed upon how much gold you can make. This practice has been exercised for centuries, slowly molding the structure of the society into a money-making one. If before the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, and the likes obtain an honourable position, now it is the turn of whoever is able to sneak their way to the top of the financial stability. The working class is then born—from early childhood one is exposed to their future of walking to an office, sitting in front of a computer, commuting if necessary, busying themselves through repetitive tasks, while finally getting a crease of not-so-free-freedom over the weekend.

This harsh reality unfortunately seems like something mundane, because we are all taught to abide by such “rules of life,” that is sometimes stretched further to losing our aspirations and passions. We are the people who work, those who inherently believe that “Arbeit macht frei,”—working makes you free, that infamous phrase used by the Nazis. The word “work” is becoming synonymous with “making money,” thus providing security and happiness.

But is that all true?

Given there is a bigger number of death by suicides in comparison with those who are dead in wars and accidents should signal that something really serious is going on within humans’ mentality. Although those deaths are not all caused by lack of money, the rising number of unemployment and feeling of economic hopelessness do account to it. The security and happiness become camouflaged, lost in the middle of consumerism and richness pursuit. Pursuing what you love is not recommended, unless it is something commercial. Creativity, experimentation, and breakthrough will not have value otherwise it leads to something salable.

When one is free to embrace their talent and do things they truly enjoy. When how good a person is is a far cry from how posh their ride is. When great thinkers do not have to suffer in housing problems.

To understand it we probably should trace back to the days (again), those periods when the pressure is not on who makes the most money, but who contributes to the betterment of the society. When one is free to embrace their talent and do things they truly enjoy. When how good a person is is a far cry from how posh their ride is. When great thinkers do not have to suffer in housing problems. When quality does not correlate to price. When being lazy is actually okay, once in a while. When we stop teaching our children to go for higher salary.

Or did we ever have such period?

Text: Gabriela Yosefina.
Image is from tumblr.