Change is just a friend of fear, a sister to self-consciousness, a cousin to awareness, and the child of time. The clock ticks to your demise. Nine months to be born, a hundred years to die, unless you fall out of the race early at fifty-four. What do you do with fifty-four or hundred years? What can you do? Shame flies around for the chance to bite and inject embarrassment into your face, red blood flowing tainted with the poison. Change is a child of time. Spare change sleeps in the dark crevices of your couch, pocket, purse, floorboards, or bed. It lurks until needed and found. To be used at the cashier’s counter, as shame bites again. Why does it matter, isn’t still money? Spare this penny a lost future, and use it to buy a burger. Keep the dollar. Let’s try this again. Spare change leads to:
Fear of embarrassment
Awareness of the line you’re holding up
Time being consumed by the digging and counting
Change leads to:
So what’s the difference between Change, and Spare change?
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