Citrine and the Cost of Happiness: How Conflating Money with Success Keeps Us All Trapped
If citrine is supposed to bring you abundance, what might it bring if you didn’t need so much wealth in our capitalist hellscape?
No one stopped to specify the difference between making money and maintaining your integrity, or completely changing your sound and vision solely for the promise of cash. Then again, I’m not sure there was a difference to the accusers: Money, fame, all the traditional trappings of success were viewed with suspicion.
I hate those people who love to tell you / money is the root of all that kills / They have never been poor / They have never had the joy of a welfare Christmas
Falling in love, cherishing a friend, feeling emotionally fulfilled—those are the successes that aren’t quite recognized, aren’t quite believed. Sure, they’re great, but wouldn’t they be even better with money behind them? With a stable job? You wouldn’t have to worry. In other words: You’re happy, but you’d be happier with all that and money, too.
But if I’m unwell, I can’t focus on work. If I can’t work, I can’t do the thing that makes me happy. My health and my happiness are directly tied to my bank account.
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