As a resident of Sydney, I live in one of the most expensive places on the entire globe. On top of that, I live in one of the wealthier parts of the city.
Now, under no circumstances am I obscenely rich, but in the lottery of birthplaces, I lucked out.
This morning at church I was having a chat with a few, similar to me, parents of young kids.
It was noted, as privileged as we all are, we don't really compare to some of our neighbours.
As someone who reads gas meters across properties in Sydney, I see some truely incredible units and houses.
My lifestyle doesn't even compare.
One of the parents at church observed, wisely, that the real expense in Sydney (one mirrored in much of the West) isn't the basic cost of living.
Our problems are driven by the cost of want.
Our wants are expensive.
Our wants keep us in debt.
Our wants ensure that we always need to work longer and earn more.
Food. Water. Shelter. Basic comfort.
For many of us, with hard work, these are within reach.
Our wants, especially in a keeping-up-with-the-Jones'/projecting-a-perfectly-filtered-life-on-social-media culture, are the genesis for our obsession with money and the basis which leads us towards currency idolatry.
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