You keep all your money in a... grocery bag.

People without means, become caught up in gaining means, so that they can then have means. They usually end up poor.

People with means have two options:
a. They can spend time learning and being smart. Can go to school and get high paying jobs. They can have means.
b. They can throw off money as if it doesn't mean anything (though it's necessary for their lifestyle) and can life off what the previous generation created.

There are also many different exceptions.

I look at myself in the mirror, and consider the options of how I am different, greater, stronger, smarter, more beautiful than everyone else.

I'm not.

The only thing that sets me apart from another person on the planet is that I am only one person. Through environment, development, DNA, fingerprint.

I'm only greater than a few. The others are different, grater, stronger, smarter, more beautiful than I.

So I look in the mirror and consider my options.

It looks bleak.

The truth is, that this world changes at a pace so quick it seems I get lost. Somehow I'm an element in the different tides, the circles and tides of what makes a person matter in life. But when you are a separate entity in such a roiling mass that is today's interconnected society, your presence feels like a wisp, nothing substantial.

It can be looked at like a filter.

Say you want to make grape juice.

You stretch a cloth over a bucket and pour the mashed up grapes into it.

Each drop of juice is someone who will contribute a small amount to society. But they just blend in with the rest of the juice. They are born, live, and die (or if you want to keep the metaphor going, are drank).

The big clots of grape skin are people who matter. Whether they matter in their own lives is not of importance. They matter to other people and contribute much. They can't fit through the cloth and stay on top. It takes lots of grapes to make a good amount of grape juice, so there are lots of people that matter, are rich, go to good schools, have good jobs.

Everyone is either swallowed in a glass of grape juice, or thrown out as unused material, grape skins, in the end.

I don't know what I'm talking about.