Money

I hate it

And yet I want it so much

It’s like our lives are supposed to revolve around it

Isn’t it strange that you could hate something but want it so badly?

It’s like the epitome of a love-hate relationship.

I don’t like to think about it

But sometimes I can’t help but do exactly that.

Sometimes I count the days to my next paycheck

More than I count the days until my death.

Lately, I’ve been getting better about it

Getting closer to how I was before.

But then it comes back

An email, or something

Or maybe it’s just gone from my account.

I wish there was something more fun or more interesting

Something different I could count.

I wish we determined value differently

Like in bringing value to people.

Value to their lives, making them easier or more meaningful

But for some damn reason, we've all gone with

Something much less personal