Having to sell something, as part of your daily routine, can be a primary source of stress and discomfort for many of us. The sale of goods and services has been a driving force for humanity for centuries; it’s the reason many of us have to get up in the morning and has been known to be a main constituent to answering, ‘how am I going to put food on the table?’. Few find alternatives to providing for/maintaining themselves and their families, working outside of the wider consumer market. Even those working within renewables/conservation/creative industries, no matter how altruistic and forward thinking an action plan might be, often the performance of these N.G.O.’s/ N.P.O.’s relies heavily, on the branding and selling of their property. (Alot of good work goes unnoticed)
Now, to begin with, I am no exception to this. Throughout my short 24 years, I have never considered myself ‘self-sufficient’. I’m not here to waffle on about how to grow your own foods/medicines, dispose of your household waste organically, or how to power your laptop using super efficient hydrogen fuel cell technologies. Frankly, as a species, we’re just not there yet. I am worried about the emotional attachment humanity has with cash, how relationships are formed following a monetary transfer, and the perceived safety-net a few bob in the bank can provide anyone susceptible enough to let it.
However, what I would like to say, and the main purpose for me beginning this piece, is to remind anyone reading that, your bank balance doesn’t (have to) make the world go around, nor should it put you at the centre of a revolving universe. It’s highly likely that within the next 12 months you will feel frustrated by the consumer market; with advertisements being forced into any available orifice, unattainable sales targets at work and the all-important recovery of ‘our’ increasingly confusing global economies. A large portion of both our conscious (current) and sub-conscious (future) thoughts and efforts are bombarded by the plain message, ‘spend your money here’. Fuck that.
Instead of launching off into a socialist tangent, which would be as useful to anyone as a one way ticket to Pluto, I am dedicating this space to furthering the creativity of anyone bound by the perceived limitations of money, or lack there of.
If you have any feelings or questions, advice, tips or abuse on the matter, send them all this way!
Am I ever going to be happy?