Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Budgets, lottery tickets and all those other bits of paper

What is a lottery ticket?

It’s a piece of paper.

It’s an excuse to dream.

It’s a way out of that treadmill, that grind, that painful crawling step by step life where we reel from bill to bill running as fast as we can, just to keep up.

It’s a magnifying lens. The less money one has in one’s everyday life, the bigger one’s dreams are around that little piece of paper. 

It’s a chance to have a house with an inside toilet. It’s a chance to send the kids to a good school – gosh yeah, maybe even university. It’s a puppy and a kitten and chickens and a yard to put them in. It’s a car that doesn’t breakdown and a stove that can actually bake things.

At least until they draw the lottery.

Then we see that fickle piece of paper for what it truly is – that sham, that slut, that seller of impossible dreams.

Lured in by the promise of greater happiness if we just lay down our dollar, one feels cheap and tawdry, taken for a ride.

It’s a dollar that won’t be seen again in a hurry . . . . .

. . . . unless of course we were to win the next lottery.


Anyone else notice that they announced our new Federal Budget on the same day as one of the biggest lottery draws in Australian history?

I can't work out if that's ironic, amusing, kinda sad or possibly all three.

It seems very unreal sometimes. They're talking in terms I really have to concentrate to take in. All those zeroes on the ends of their big numbers just don't mean anything at all.

How much is enough and how much is too much? Both in terms of the national budget, the household budget and the lottery. 

It's hard not to be depressed at the way that most people only move when their hip pocket is affected. Got a justice issue that needs support? Forget ethics or morals, consciences or hearts, find a way it will affect people's wallets - that'll get some action taken!

There's nothing insightful here today. I'm too gobsmacked by the multitudinous zeroes to be able to think straight. It would have been even worse if we'd won . . . .