I'm halfway through with my vacation. Thirteen days so far and nothing has been accomplished. I'm regaining my depression for some unknown reason. My mind is distracted. My thoughts are mostly negative. It's how you feel when you have no hope or no aspiration in life. When your own body refuses to live normally. It's how you feel when you lose faith in people you should trust. When you lose care for people you should love. I'm very tempted to blame people around me, especially those that are directly concerned and guilty. Of course, another option is that I wake up from this state of cynicism and start working on myself and for myself. But, in a sense, this also means not caring about other people in the least.
I guess I don't even need to say it, but I'm not a happy person. Life has become so sad and so choking that I really need to see a doctor. I feel really repressed, not only by other people, but also by myself. I can't think, I can't write, I can't speak.
According to Oxford's dictionary, money is 'the means of paying for something or buying something.'
To Encarta's dictionary, it's 'a medium of exchange issued by a government or other public authority in the form of coins of gold, silver, or other metal, or paper bills, used as the measure of the value of goods and services.'
The measure of the value?
Well, a question that arises is this: Is money itself worth anything?
That is to say, is a dollar really worth a dollar? If so; if it takes one dollar to make a dollar, where does the former come from?
So do you need one-dollar worth of cotton or of gold or of both? Because I heard that when a country wants to print money, they deposit some gold somewhere. Well, I'm not an expert nor a philosopher.
And why not just print more money if need be? Why is it illegal to 'counterfeit' money?