money

Money, money, money, money - isn't it strange how our life is surrounded by it and yet, none of it can really (I mean, REALLY) satisfy us? I'm not talking about an individual human being becoming content because of money but rather the ability to spend it without causing much pain. More specifically, I'm talking about bills to pay, maintenance to make, mortgage, etc. And this does not include the most essential thing in life, well, at least in the physical sense: food.

In the end, why bother?