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How to Avoid Avarice, Avidity, and Stinginess Stealing From Your Life?

I have spent most of my life studying, searching, and experiencing. I am not afraid to crumple myself. But I learned to rise again.

Avarice, avidity, and stinginess are evil habits. Because people who suffer from them are completely oblivious to the presence of other humans. And even if they remember others, it’s only to take advantage of them. Avarice makes its goal for you to have no other goal. It shields your eyes and locks your body and soul. The miser does not just collect money and wealth. He also limits his feelings, closes, and seals them. He bounds his movements and confines himself. He even narrows his words. Not from wisdom, but from the hatred he develops towards humanity. The miser does not live. He is deprived of everything and deprives as many as he can of the means of living. His only purpose is to collect more.

The miser is never satisfied with anything, doesn’t live for Today, and seems to wait for Tomorrow.

But that doesn’t mean he places hopes and expectations on the future. The miser has a sick relationship with time, as with everything else.

A Fallen Eschatology

He’s waiting for a revelation in the future that makes him shudder. He wants to shield himself from evil and sickness and death but ends up being their victim. Often, money becomes so valuable to him that he doesn’t even provide himself with proper medical care.

Has anyone ever seen a miser dress well? Or eat well? Or live in a delightful house? Can the miser make love, indulge in friendships, and have strong relationships?

Stinginess is general. It takes hold -and not only affects but determines- all aspects of life. You are not only stingy with money and fine goods. You are stingy in everything. In feelings, in joy, in thinking. Your heart is closing. Your soul hurts.

You endlessly load up yourself and swell. In the end, you can’t move. It’s not a figure of speech. It’s a harsh truth.

You are careful not to wear out your clothes, your shoes, your belongings.

You’re almost careful not to wear out your skin.

You don’t comb your hair, so your hair doesn’t fall.

You don’t wash for fear of losing skin cells.

You don’t eat much so as not to tire your stomach.

A Life of Deprivation. A Life Without Life

How many times haven’t we read about beggars who, after their death, were found with millions in dirty and miserable little rooms?

There are rich misers, but there are also poor ones. Some people spent their whole lives counting every penny. Regardless, of whether they had millions or only these pennies. They agree with and recognize each other. Don’t wait for them to come out. They love each other from afar. They feel each other, so, they wouldn’t want to cause the slightest damage to their belongings.

Who is a Miser?

It’s not only he or she who is greedy pathologically. It’s you and me. Whenever we don’t give with our heart everything we can. Maybe five dollars. It might be a simple “good morning”. It might be our feelings for our children, our significant other, or our parents.

Avidity is much more generalized, insidious, and deceitful. It pretends to be sick, allegedly deals with old people, and talks about charity but hates the poor. It is like the submitter in the theater. But it doesn’t whisper the words of the play. Instead, it speaks of drought and disease, of war and misery. These are all lies. They are excuses to continue its sick collecting, the insatiable gathering of every material it can lay its hands on.

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It’s Better to Be Prodigal Than Stingy

It’s better to waste all your money and hang out with friends and bums than to live in the mausoleum of your heart. To be a swineherd than to live in a sarcophagus. The tramp, the prostitute, the spendthrift show their mood toward life wildly: their desire for life. The miser has turned every event into an incentive for more fundraising. He is dying not on a specific day but his whole life. He is melting alive. Worms are eating him.

It’s better to be like the prodigal son than the second son, deprived of his wishes.

Don’t wait for tomorrow.

Take your friends and prepare a luxurious dinner, now. Offer with your heart delicious foods. Most important; offer your heart. Then you will be rich.

Between Scrooge and the Prodigal Son

Scrooge is not bad because he doesn’t give to others. He is bad because he doesn’t give; he offers nothing even to himself. He doesn’t just deprive others. He is permanently depriving himself. We all can be Scrooges. It’s not about money. If you don’t give a caress, a handshake, or a pleasant conversation with your close relatives and friends, then you are stingy. The problem is not money per se.

Obsession is the problem. Money disguises obsession. Obsession is disguised as money.

A minor thing or habit is enough to separate you from yourself, from heaven. From others. And this separation is hell. Here and Now.

Redemption is Some Kind of Faith

Once upon a time, a wicked, twisted, and stingy old woman died. Her guardian angel was saddened, trying to find something good to say to God to save her. “Find me something,” God told him. The angel remembered that the old woman had once given a half-rotten onion to a beggar. “Good. Take the onion and pull her to the sky,” God said. The angel gave the onion to the old woman and tried to pull her up. Other damned saw her and grabbed onto her. But she turned with one hand to chase them away, cursing them… the onion broke, and she fell.

Not giving even an onion? Not sharing anything?

Is such a life worth living?

That is why I prefer the prodigal son. He spent everything, but he did not lose hope of his father, of the return. Nostalgia. And he came back. The decision he made was difficult but important.

I will only quote two verses. “And when he came to himself”, (Luke 15:17) the prodigal son left for his home country.

“But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.” (Luke 15:20).

Give and you shall receive


This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.

© 2022 STAMATIOS SOUFLERIS

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