original posted on bitpost (100% less trolls)
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does lost money have more or less value depending on who finds it?
that’s the question i want to pose this morning due to a super weird cosmic (look i’m treating it that way and you can’t stop me) event that happened this morning.
while i was getting ready to go and get a breakfast sandwich and a flat white i stopped and realised that the clothing i was wearing was prone to the accidentally slip of paper notes — life lesson for you kids here, if you don’t have zippable pockets on your tracky bottoms your gonna lose notes, always.
So, i’m standing there this morning getting ready, aftershave on, ball roller under the arms, staring at two twenty pound notes — this is my scratch money that i’ll be using for the next few weeks for everyday things that might pop up, food, stuff, ya know how it is — have a bit of ya countries currency in your skyrocket (pocket)
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and i don’t know why but my brain basically said and decided, split that pile, you don’t need to take forth pound out with you, your not gonna spend that much plus if you DID lose it because of these no zip pockets i won’t be as gutted if i lost the change from twenty instead of the forty — it was so weird, i never normally make those decisions but today i did.
ill fitting poppets for paper notes, life lesson, split ya money, have it in two places instead, i suggest this with credit cards too, have a twin wallet setup so ya not screwed, also recommend spare backup house keys and car key locations (or at a friends house)
so off i go right with the twenty and some change, i order my food, i pay my bill, i get my change and receipt and sit outside to wait for it, didn’t check my money, didn’t care about it if i’m honest, i was super hazy and really needed that flat white.
got my food bag (takeaway) and flat white (no lid, weird) and apart from a sit down on the outdoor seating for a few minutes i was literally in and out in like five minutes.
So here i am, walking back, worried i don’t have my house keys so i’m balancing my coffee in my mouth by biting it and ruffling around in my pocket, tapping em, checking for the shape, yep, that must be them — i walk up to zee house, drinking coffee, get my keys out, open the door in i go.
then it’s the unload process right, keys, face mask, change, ah, problem, change does not look right, in fact, i’ve lost a tenner. arse. bugger, instant reaction is to do the dreaded “follow the steps you just went through” — you know the one where your scouring the floor and going back to the source to see if you can find it.
but i stopped and thought it about for a moment, maybe, this time, i’m meant to let it go, maybe i don’t need to find that £10, i’ve been taught all my life to really be careful with my money and that every pound (or penny) counts.
but i kinda felt like it was a 50/50 karma thing — the fact that i divided those two twenties earlier on, i’d cut my loses, i could have been down £30 if the other twenty was some how next do it and went out in a perfect little folded square at some table or basically lost on the floor.
instead of feeling gutted that i’d lost £10 i actually felt some level of thanks, the fact that the universe had my back and told me to do that, in the process i found a pocket on my top that i never knew i had so i could store funds there in future — it was like a stupidity tax but i’d got off lightly.
now i get it, i should be mad about the £10 but the fact that i’d just received $42 from the bitpost 30 day challenge made everything fine, i just moved a big part of that too my crypto savings and went about my day, sure — i’d lost ten but i’d gained so much from the small experience.
sometimes, you have to lose a little to gain a little more and you can’t put a price on the valuable reminder or lesson. It could have been anything else in life, you can apply the same theory and logic to it.
don’t get me wrong here, it sucks to lose money but on the flip side, for my karma side, it got to teach me a lesson but also buy someone their breakfast and they feel fucking great like they are winning because they found some money, maybe it covered their breakfast — maybe they handed it in, who knows — what should have sucked actually worked out and i’m at peace with it.
we have to listen for those universe cues, who knows who’s making them and we can never always understand why we have to learn those lessons, maybe it’s to course correct us, maybe it’s for me to understand that i should have an eye on money more, maybe it’s telling me i should spend less, save more, who knows.
the universe works in mystical whays. i’m thankful for the funds that bitpost sent me this morning for my taking part and completing the thirty days blogging challenge. i also got my nft which btw, has a floor already of $584 (lol) there are only ever gonna be 31 of these because that’s the amount of people that actually completed it.
. .. which brings up an interesting side thought about the transfer of value, events and the secondary market (a bit like my mystical tenner that’s out there somewhere) does that person who has it, or if i sell my nft ever have the same kind of journey that i would have had — can you purchase an NFT that was given to you because of you completing a thing in time and space for it later to be bought as third party bragging rights later on, even if you never did the work?
will that tenner bring the person who found it as much as me writing this post did? should i be doing more disruptive things in my life to see what happens next kinda thing, should i have turned right instead of left, should i have had a second cheeseburger, another ride on the rollercoaster — maybe, when we stop being linear, then part of the chaos is there to unlock sides of our characters we never knew existed before.
tread carefully brave ledger block warriors,
because you tread on my dreams,
or my tenner :)
dm X
x humble
mouser heavy industries 2021
