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Chains
Currency is the world's greatest illusion.
It's the reason you get out of bed and don't think with your head.
It's the cause of strife you have with your life.
It's why you labor in envy to be more like your neighbor.
All in the pursuit of an imaginary thing. An idea. A concept that someone thousands of years ago first established when they decreed that their shiny rock had more value than your own.
From the social elite to the smell of your feet. The concept of currency drives them all.
It pretends to be the carrot that move the cart. But is in fact the chains that blind your heart.
Chains that bind you to the social norms.
Chains that mold you into a cog in the machine.
Chains that hold you back from your true potential.
Chains that are only in your mind, that only have power over you because you believe that they do.
Break free of these imaginary chains. For only you can choose to not see them.
It's the reason you get out of bed and don't think with your head.
It's the cause of strife you have with your life.
It's why you labor in envy to be more like your neighbor.
All in the pursuit of an imaginary thing. An idea. A concept that someone thousands of years ago first established when they decreed that their shiny rock had more value than your own.
From the social elite to the smell of your feet. The concept of currency drives them all.
It pretends to be the carrot that move the cart. But is in fact the chains that blind your heart.
Chains that bind you to the social norms.
Chains that mold you into a cog in the machine.
Chains that hold you back from your true potential.
Chains that are only in your mind, that only have power over you because you believe that they do.
Break free of these imaginary chains. For only you can choose to not see them.
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