Great riches have come from the way I have chosen to live my life. Vast wealth’s, mountainous in stature helps keep my lifestyle afloat. But, as there so often happens to be, the great issue that is common, these hard spent hours find themselves locked away, amongst investments, loans, taxes and fees. As have I found that my riches have been locked away in a wealth of friends, experience and love. A bank that is open late, available on weekends and every time I drive by a branch or happen upon aroma or sound familiar in acquaintance makes me break out into uncontrollable joy.
In a world void of fantasy, feelings of Fortune 500 overwhelm me, as though I’ve made the 40 under 40. Amongst the real there are no late fees, just missed opportunities. There is no queue, just suggested paths. No awkward elevator tunes, just comfortable silence at sundown. Guardians of wealth, hero’s of freedom, systems to control change and choice, these are the stories reserved for the warm light of a glowing fire, myth and legend from a distant time, forgotten by the erosions and dilutions of natures washed hands.
Still and always, some investments can be frightening or risky, if you aren’t willing to invest in it all, what’s the point of loosing every last little bit in the end. After all, you can’t withdraw everything at once; no one can go about pretending with fiat time when there is so much that is truly tangible. That in part with high interest accounts and a low rate of fee, make for a bank truly worth bailing out, time and time again.
Knowledge and perception drive our three dimensional existence, tragically however power controlled by an illusion of wealth have driven a ship off course. With mutiny an option and available a tool ripe for the job, power is no match for the mind. Fear can no longer apprehend its perception when boundless becomes its wealth.
To all those banks still contacting me via snail mail and addressing me by my government issued name. Your loans, credit incentives and whimsical marketing strategies tempt me not. You can kindly take your greedy schemes, turn them into shreds of pulp, from these remnants make a corrugated receptacle, drop your sorry existence into said beige cube, seal it, stamp it and address it:
Some Other Universe,
Far Away.
THEN SHIP!!!
