Money has no home of its own. It travels a nomadic life from pocket to pocket. This is as it should be.
In a healthy land, money flows back and forth from those who need to those who have. The needs and the haves change, too. Some days, I need. Some days, I have. When I need something, money flows from me to those who have it. When others need what I have, money flows from them to me.
In a sick land, money stops flowing. Its nomadic wandering ends. It hardens into numbers on balance sheets designed to secure the future.
The future is not about security, though, and life is not about money.
We create the future right here in the present, moment by moment by moment.
We become the true nomads -- nomads of time.
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