Musing

I have this impression that in modern societies we perceive success by the number of sales that is done, therefore we get famous by the quantity of money that we pass around and that an absolute minority end up hoarding in their safes. No matter that we sell books, cds, washing machines, or the wind of dream and stupidity, money makes glory, money makes humanity talk and stirs covetousness, we often know the people selling the products but rarely those who make them, we often know the performer of a song but rarely the actual composer.
In my case i don't care for money, a minimum is enough to live, if i can work and give my energy for something i believe in i could do it for free, almost litterally, if i have to be known i want it to be for my gentleness, for my humanity, because i illuminate people's lives around me, by spreading a climate of comfort and acceptance, by protecting what is natural, sane, and healthy for the planet.
It's not pretentious, it's a value i believe in, that's the kind of promotion i want to do, i discard completely from the race for money and fame.