part of the bravado that encapsulates most people when they achieve great things seems to annoy people half the time. those who flaunt the fruits of their labour are often envied, admired, revered, despised...among other things. the thing is, baby, if you've got it, flaunt it, because you won't know what tomorrow would bring [or whoever's going to steal it from you]. part of the process by which you wish you were someone else probably comes natural to you...if you admire a certain car, certain house, whatever...it's all a part of human nature. if you, yourself, should own such items that demand attention, you hav every right to feel protective over them...to an extent. me? i put the ps2's plastic packaging over it to protect it from dust...that's legitimate. but stuffing the ipaq ito my pants seconds after taking it out...that may be a bit drastic.

it's all in the name of material love. none other.

so as i ow sit cross writing this, i just wonder how many of us take the better things for granted. what we have may not be as exquisite, exclusive or as elegant as the better man's [whomever he may be], but as long as it's good enough for us, it should be sufficient. is that good enough? or is greed, well...good? is the excess we're used to the catalyst of the so-called drive that we have that makes us perform better [or at least, up to par?] who knows?

is money really the root of evil...or just an inconvenience? something that annoys you may stick around longer and may be even more dangerous than a real threat...lack of money [or rather, the desire for more of it] may be what keeps us alive.

think.