In an age where bank balances often dictate the rhythm of relationships, finding someone who esteems love above money feels like stumbling upon an oasis in a desert of greed. It is countercultural, almost radical, in a world where wedding vows are frequently measured in assets, and affection is weighed against account statements. Yet, as the poet Rumi once mused, “Love is the bridge between you and everything.” The one who prefers love to money disrupts the materialist order, reminding us that the richest currency is not minted in coins but in hearts that beat in unison.
Consider the modern paradox: nations are drowning in trillion-dollar economies, while individuals are starving for intimacy. The endless pursuit of wealth often leaves behind desolate souls clothed in designer suits but empty within. Jesus Christ himself warned, “What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” (Mark 8:36). To prefer love over money is to resist this tragedy, to declare that one’s soul is not for sale even in a marketplace that commodifies everything.
The choice is not an easy one. Love without money often struggles to find its footing, while money without love can build palaces that feel like prisons. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once declared, “Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’” That question strips away selfish ambition and confronts us with the reality that love requires sacrifice, while money too often demands conquest. The heart that chooses love makes a quieter, nobler investment: one that yields dividends of joy, companionship, and peace—currencies untouchable by inflation.
This is not to romanticize poverty or demonize prosperity. Wealth has its purpose; it feeds, clothes, educates, and advances civilization. But when money becomes the measure of worth, it corrupts the sanctity of human bonds. Plato cautioned, “The greatest wealth is to live content with little.” The individual who treasures love over wealth is, paradoxically, the wealthiest among us, for they have discovered what empires and billionaires often miss—that true abundance is found in the garden of affection, not in the vault of accumulation.
Our world desperately needs more of such people—those who remind us that love is not a transaction but a covenant, not a purchase but a presence. Like light piercing through shadows, they reveal the emptiness of gold without warmth, of riches without tenderness. They embody the truth echoed by Mother Teresa: “We can do no great things; only small things with great love.” Their existence is a silent protest against a civilization that too often confuses possession with fulfillment.
In the end, when life’s curtain falls and the applause of wealth fades, it will not be the digits in one’s bank account that matter, but the arms that held us when we trembled, the voices that spoke life when silence was easier, and the hearts that chose us over everything else. Money buys the stage, but love writes the play. And the one who prefers love to money lives a legacy more enduring than gold, for they have chosen eternity’s treasure over earth’s fleeting glitter.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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