ब्रह्मादिस्तम्बपर्यन्तं मृषामात्रा उपाधयः ।ततः पूर्णं स्वमात्मानं पश्येदेकात्मना स्थितम् ॥
स्वयं ब्रह्मा स्वयं विष्णुः स्वयमिन्द्रः स्वयं शिवः ।स्वयं विश्वमिदं सर्वं स्वस्मादन्यन्न किंचन ॥
घृणा मुझे लाभ से कदापि नहीं धुर तो बस लोभ से
आदत कुंद बना के रखी है, पश्चिमी इस विक्षोभ से
In the domain of wealth and finance, a notion persists,
That money is the root of all evil, a wicked insistent.
But is this view accurate, or simply a myth?
Let's examine the facts, and dispel the wicked myth.
First, let's look at the source of this idea,
A verse in the Bible, often misconstrued and exaggerated.
The verse in question is found in 1 Timothy 6:10,
Where it states, "For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil."
However, a closer look reveals that the verse is not saying,
That money itself is evil, but rather the love of it.
The Greek word used for "love" here, is "philarguria,"
Which means an excessive or inordinate love of money.
So, the issue is not money itself, but rather our relationship with it,
Our priorities and values, and how we choose to live.
Money can be a tool for good, or a source of strife,
Depending on how we use it, and the values we hold in life.
In fact, many good things in life require money,
From food and shelter, to education and healthcare.
Money can provide for our needs, and even some luxuries,
But it is not the only thing that brings happiness and fulfillment.
Furthermore, the pursuit of wealth and power,
Can often lead to greed, corruption, and exploitation.
But this is not a fault of money itself, but rather human nature,
And the values we choose to hold, and the choices we make.
So, let us not blame money for society's ills,
But rather, let us examine our own hearts, and our values and priorities.
For it is not money that is the root of all evil, but rather,
Our own choices, and the values we hold dear.
want and nothing will be disturbed; you can
drip with despair all afternoon and still,
on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched
by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,
puffing out its spotted breast, will sing
of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything
