21st Century Greed

Society's shoreline shifts with storms and unpredictable periods of calm, at times only rocks can be found, while at others white sand stretches for miles. These changes brought on by weather and tide affect the very elect with private gardens as well as the tenant on 103rd street. Perhaps this is why one-third of Americans consume anti-anxiety medication and have difficulty sleeping. Except for me. I am unaffected by societal abnormalities, as I have learned to accept who I see in the mirror. Tides and undertow do not toss me like flotsam or sink me like a float with no air. Greed is who I am. Money and possessions are my blood, my sustenance. Touching my fat wallet each morning replaces seeds of anxiety with placid thoughts of retirement. America's money is green by design representing harmony, safety and fertility, that guides the supplicant. Only one letter separates greed from green for a reason. Nature's lushness is replaced by nurture's bounties, rose's leaf by corporation's dividend. Yes, greed defines me, and now that I'm wealthy, many friends surround me. Can life be any better?