Money, money, money

I recently found out that one of my best mates is the son of a very rich businessman. Let's say his father owns perhaps ten percent of all property in Malaysia. Weirdly enough, I never suspected it; he seemed the most down to earth and friendly perso I have ever met in my life. But a few days back when I visited his home, the vastness and decadence in his house just blew my mind away.

It was a massive house, with a swimming people, a lift, 10 rooms, 2 elegant dining rooms which were bigger than my entire house, etc. you get the gist. Somehow, it felt so unnatural to me. Someone who has never lived with even a maid to clean up after her (well, if you discount my mom) stepping into this castle where there are more maids than there are people living there.

All this decadence was going to waste; they were hardly at home and nobody was really using all those rooms anyway. It just felt extremely wasteful, what about all the poor, starving dying children in the world? To my friend, the thought has never crossed his mind. He had been brought up this way, with all the material goods in the world that money can buy. Money was never an issue for him It has never occured to him that what was spare change to him makes the distinction between life and death for a poverty stricken person.

Alas, I am not in a position to judge, because I do not have that amount of wealth. Yes, I do give to charity, but only 7 pounds a month. I wonder, if I were making millions per year, would I give a million pounds away every year? It is a tough call I guess, what about you? Would you live in decadence and ignore the plight of the poor or would you give it all away?