Although contrary to my previous post, I couldn’t shake these thoughts.
These long days spent working on homework or studying always make me wonder why I’m doing this to myself. Why I work myself dead today, for the promise of a better tomorrow.
Why not just be happy today, and then happy tomorrow? Possibly the next day after that? I mean, I don’t think that’s so hard to imagine. But of course, reality sets in. I realize that money is such an issue. People are so quick to say that money doesn’t buy happiness, but to them, I offer this counter-argument.
Money is buying you life.
Money buys you your food. Money buys you your shelter. How happy will you be with an empty stomach and a cardboard box to call home? It’s these thoughts that keep me working at this. I wish it were something more positive though. But the reality of the times says that money is an issue, and so, I direct my efforts towards that.
I mean, everything about what I’m doing practically screams that. I moved from home to escape money problems. Now I’m in a country where I can attend school for about $500 per semester. The rent for my room is about 90$ a month. I can feed myself on literally $3 a day, if I felt so inclined (and I wouldn’t starve for it either). I’m here because I can graduate debt-free.
If I had to choose the worst part about growing up, this would be it. Being conscious of how much money rules your life. I feel like you enter adulthood, wanting to change the world and fulfill your dreams. But you spend a majority of it just keeping afloat, and trying to feel secure. I hate it.
On a related side-note, errant spending really gets my goat. It’s probably just me being jealous of my inability to spend whenever I like, but I still don’t like it when I see people spend so frivolously, and then still have the nerve to complain that they’re “so broke”. But whatever. Rant over.
