The colour of money

In the past, I used to believe that you can survive without money as long as you have love.
How naive~
Everyone shares a rather monotonous relationship with money, it is there when you don't have time for it, it will part ways when you need it most, and you just can't get enough of it. People go crazy over it, and some use it to get things their way, but would you really be happy with it? Yes, I guess you will. Money can't buy happiness? It all depends on how happiness satisfy you.

I used to wonder if life was less complicated, when you wouldn't even worry about counting how many calories you are eating(not that I do but its an example). How it would be like, living in Greenland, where you live as a hunter commanding dogs to pull your shed in the icy slopes, or some native village, where everyday is almost routine but filled with myths and legends. It's quite a crazy thought, but i'm quite crazy sometimes. There's so many unnecessary worries flooding from every corner that the urge to build an invisible wall seems to be the only way to get away from it all.

There isn't any motivational speeches over here, or words of wisdom to share. I'm still riding the high waves that threatens to engulf me any moment, trying to learn to enjoy being battled. But I am sitting in a twin cacao, with an empty seat behind me. The kayak keeps swirling to the wrong directions, and it's tiring to pull it back to place. If only I had money to get a power boat........