Is money imoptant to me?

My mercantile core cowered and now afraid of being betrayed. Because all life consists of waiting for enough coppers to be thrown at you for your miserable needs. Sometimes I want a simple human meaning of life. I don't want to try to be better than others, but just eat fried potatoes or borsch in a fitness club, drink milk with vodka and write poems about life surrounded by glossy crucians. I want simple human happiness. Do you understand?