Why So Important Am I ?

I am the cause of status... I am the reason for comfort... To achieve me by hook or crook... People make all efforts. I provide luxury... I make them rich... To have me in their wallets... Is their never ending itch... I can buy them a bed... I cannot buy sleep... Call me wealth, call me money… I’m most desired ! Honey. Valentine gifts. I can surely buy... Buy true love? I just can't try... I can buy them food and drinks... Buy them hunger? I cannot think. Material pleasures I can suffice... Buy emotions? I’m the wrong device... Then why for me do they crave? And behave like my slave? I help them survive...but can’t buy life... I’m still considered the goal of life? I can’t help when they cry. Or help when they die... I wonder. Why so important then, am I?