Money in the Eyes of Capitalism

I don’t know how it started but my physiological nature had abruptly changed to a killing nuisance when depression and stress strike. My body manifests an allergic reaction to such stimulus, hence emotions must be handled lithurgically. I must not have significant emotions for too long (although that is far from daily repressing). This weekend had been fairly stressful given the demand to come out and further social interaction. I reserve these 2 days of week’s work to serenity. The time to think of the world within the perspective of an outsider.

I had the time to watch a chaotic caricature of capitalism. According to Marxism, it is bound to collapse. I thought any alternative is bound to collapse without reinvention. A new system will thrive, adjust, succeed and then collapse. An economist considers this kind of problem constituting the matters of numbers, sociological and fast forwarding. It is fairly sociological in my opinion given that global future lies in the hands of collective behavioral psychological analysis. We have entirely named an ugly relationship between capitalist and workers. Function and the money we make created a class. Class caused strains. And why is that? Everything is weighed in value through monetary. Everything becomes an exclusive property even those that used to be free. Mathematically, it make sense to assume value in numbers or, things would be vague. However, some people have become greedy to own natural properties as water, land, or food.

To understand the system, one must assume all functions. A capitalist invest with everything he has to produce, market and distribute the products. Workers are paid for their skils, time and energy in return. While both parties are considered consumers, the capitalist must make more profit to create more jobs by expanding the business. A higher demand for pay cuts down the capitalist’ profit, significantly affecting both the quality of product or the financial standing of the business. If the capitalist presumes a low wage cost, and he will if there’s a high demand for jobs, workers’ skills depreciate, also compromising the quality of their lives. Now what kind of relationship are we trying to establish here? A clash between classes resorting to revolution. Workers become thieves and capitalist of their own businesses to gain the same rights capitalists have.

This brings us back to the value of things not money. Money is math. It is mere numbers associated to the value of things. As is the law of supply and demand, monopoly gives you power to assume a higher value on things. If we track the root of domino sequentially driving things, the root goes back to resources and ownership of these resources. Who owns which? This should be discussed with impartiality and reason.

I had a friend back in the university who won a beauty pageant called Miss Earth. Sitting among the anxious spectators, I couldn’t help but bemused by the answer that won her title. “Earth is not ours but everyone’s”. I had wished that statement was implicated with such essentiality than just a moment of staged pageant.

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