Money is water.
It flows in currents through our lives — meant to move, meant to nourish.
Like rain spilling from open hands to thirsty soil, it sustains communities and seeds small hopes into great forests.
A coin spent is a drop returned to the ocean; a bill given is rain that makes flowers bloom on distant hills.
In the rush of its river, markets breathe, families grow, dreams take root along its banks.
Yet when we dam this river, when wealth is hoarded behind high walls, the current slows to a stagnant pool.
Trapped in the dark, water grows thick and green with algae, breeding mosquitoes and malaise; so too does money held too long breed corruption and despair.
The flow falters, the sparkling surface turns dull.
What once brought life now weighs heavy, bloated and still, poisoning those who clutch it and those left with only cracked earth downstream.
Pressure builds behind the dam’s facade.
The weight of inequality presses against concrete barriers of greed.
Cracks spiderweb under the strain, pent-up generosity seeking a fissure to break free.
No dam can hold forever: eventually, the water finds a way.
Either it bursts forth in chaotic flood – a sudden reckoning, a crash, an uprising – or it seeps through unseen channels, quietly carving new paths to rebalance the world.
For money, like water, is fated to move.
Locked away, it is restless; released, it is revitalizing.
Justice, like water, flows when unimpeded – reaching furrows and fields that need it most.
Power is humbled by the gentle persistence of a stream.
In the end, all hoarded reservoirs evaporate or overflow, returning their gifts to the wider cycle.
Let it flow.
Let money surge and circle freely, like a great river winding through every valley and plain.
Let it nourish and cleanse, carrying opportunity in its wake.
Do not fear the letting go; a well that refreshes others is never empty.
After all, money is water, and water is life – forever flowing, shaping, and connecting us all.
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