Money Exists to Facilitate Meaning

Money exists to facilitate meaning. That’s it.

Not economies, not pricing of goods and services, not commerce. None of that.

Meaning first, everything else second.

Meaning drives value… money tags along.

Meaning is what we sacrifice for. Meaning is what we bleed for. Meaning is what we die for.

Meaning is the “I quit” and the garage sale and the empty apartment and the one-way ticket because anything, just not this anymore.

Meaning is your daughter’s knuckles white on the handlebars and the moment you let go.

Meaning is all those hours in therapy and finally forgiving.

Meaning is the flashcards, the Spanish classes and those Rs you still can’t figure out how to roll - just so you can talk to her parents at the wedding.

Meaning is hearing that goofy pop song and dancing. While no one’s watching.

Meaning is hearing that goofy pop song and dancing. While everyone’s watching.

Meaning is the chemo trips - withering away, holding her paper thin hand. Looking at her. And smiling. And your heart screaming for air.

Meaning is the quiet 5am. Working on the novel… before the kids devour the day.

Meaning is forgetting your jacket at his house. On purpose.

Meaning is saying I love you first.

Meaning is making art, feeling art, loving art, hating art.

Meaning is sausage and buttery pancakes and maple syrup for dinner because… Tuesday.

Meaning is still 32 years later, catching eyes from across the room and the whole world disappears.

Meaning is one more rep.

Meaning is mom, dad, the letter, the anticipation… an eruption of cheers and their arms around you before you can finish reading, ‘We are pleased to inform…’

Meaning is smiling for no reason, at all, whatsoever.

Money is none of those things.

Money is the blurry treasure map we pass around, not the treasure itself.

Not guiding us to that treasure? Toss it. Burn it. Destroy it.

Just let it go.

Start fresh.

Clear away the foggy haze of that hangover.

Open your eyes.

See the bright, sparkling, beautiful world in front of you and get to work.

Now don’t just make money. Make money that means something.

Make money that rattles something deep inside.

Make it alive.

Make it unlock minds and crack open hearts.

And fuck everything else.

Fuck TPS. Fuck issuance rates. Fuck your new shiny tech. Fuck it all.

None of that matters.

Make money meaningful first.

Then sort out the rest.