Comfort Of Money and freedom

Yesterday I was at a party. By the lagoon with my friends. While we were chatting about many things from cosmos to backyard worms I was struggling to eat a Crab. To be honest I was not used to eat them. Just the appearance of it on table, like a living creature now baked made me disgusting. Nauseated. Yet there was nothing else to eat. I could either try to eat crab meat or sleep hungry 🤔. For a good half an hour I thought about it whether I should go for it. And putting behind all my prejudices I went for it.

Crabs

Just like Bear Grills, decided to survive in the wild by choice. I went to work with the crusher and a knife. While others were chatting about how sweet the crab meat was, I was struggling to crush the exoskeleton of the Giant crustacean which sacrificed its life for the greed of humans. I had little sympathy. It wasn't a living crab on my plate but a dead one. And the skeleton was hard. I used all the force which I could gather from the lunch and 'crack, and crack' finally I could eat.

Hmmmm. There was only a tiny amount of meat inside. Most of the crab was just hard shell. It's gigantic left hand and the chest had some 2-3 grams of meat. Yet my hands were full of juice. Almost spoiled my suite and I saw someone slip their crab on to the table and beyond! It was a total mess. I am sure that is how it is everywhere. Maybe I was naive to this crab eating party. I was smiling to myself inside my own introverted head, feeling like Robinson cruso, when he met barbarians for the first time. Like I have met my own barbarian which had been living unconsciously all these years. Somehow I managed to get enough calories from a bottle of Coca-Cola, which came to rescue me from hunger. Plenty of sugar and toxins for the day!

Crab Hunter

Comfort of money and freedom

While on my way back, I was wondering what the life is all about. Life is like trying to eat crabs! You will try to attack with all your power and might, with best education, best resources, best effort. You might wanna be rich and well to do with full of crab meat in your hungry belly at the end of the day. But before that, there will be a few decades of struggle. Some even break themselves and give up. But if you are successful you will get a tiny bit of crab meat for the each of the shell you crack. You might get your soul dirty with dead crab juices. You may look like a barbarian to not only crabs but your wealthy friends who share wine with you. Who will laugh and enjoy and welcome you to their elite club of crab eaters. But the question is what comes after? Do we want to take that path? Maybe we are not seeking the comfort of money but the freedom for it.

Freedom

It doesn't make sense. Getting Rich or making money doesn't make sense. Unless I can stop getting hungry. Once a barbarian is not going to make you in the club. You might wanna be a barbarian for the rest of your life. Maybe we should seek freedom from it. Freedom from the burden of money and power. So we can enjoy watching a living crab more than trying to eat one. Maybe we should spend a night in dark listening to all the night owls and crickets, who struggle to keep their hungry bellies filled with each others meat. I wish some friend from my past comes out of nowhere to teach me how to achieve that freedom. Freedom from this struggle called life. Hope it is you.