Values?

“Where are all the grandparents?” My recently arrived Latin American friend asked.
“We put them in nursing homes” I replied, as if it was normal.
“That’s fucked up!” She said.
“She’s silly and  judgmental”, I thought to myself.
“You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. You’re supposed to take care of them when they can no longer take care of themselves!” She added.
“Well, I guess we have different values up here” I replied.
“Values? You call those “values”? I guess we have a different view of the meaning of that word.” she added. Then shook her head and walked away.

Years later I learned how very right she was and how messed up our culture and “values” really are.

Is it really worth spending an entire life trying to climb the corporate ladder? And what if you actually arrive? I have yet to meet a truly happy, joyful and peaceful Wall Street broker. I lived in New York City. There are plenty of those out there. What angry, pitiful and stressed out beings they are. I’d rather die a quick death than go through life just existing while desperately trying to “make it” at the cost of losing sight of what truly matters: those things that money can’t buy.

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