I look at money and wonder why I'm rebellious towards it. It seems that, it's not its fault. When everyone care too much about it, I get jealous. Jealous of what, you may or may not ask, It's something dead, smelly and full of bacteria yet gets more attention than I do. If it's still a tree, thinking it's made by paper, then I feel it's justifiable because a tree, gives many lives. However, that dirty fiber getting more attention than me? No, it just makes me want to spend it away. Reacting, I'm totally reacting and not responding to the facts and what people around me say. I have not much but I talk as if I have owned the world. What right do I have to say it's not justifiable? The world runs using that dirty, smelly fiber I just mentioned.