I could never understand greed. I mean, why would you want more than you already had?
Money was something I never cared about. As long as I had enough to live comfortably, i.e. I could feed myself, pay my rent and occasionally go to a movie or out for dinner… I didn’t care. That was all I needed.
Besides which, I knew people who had money and were some of the most depressed and angry people in the world. Money hadn’t made them happy; in fact, it had isolated them from a lot of their friends and people around them. I didn’t want to forgo something as important as my friends and family for something so trivial as money.
Then again, I really, really wanted more books to read. Did that make me greedy?