Self pity at its finest
I'm in that certain point in my life where I can't help but wonder what being rich would be like. Would life be easier? Also, how would it feel to be able to hand over rolls of money so that I would be able to buy whatever I want? Would I be happier? Would I be more content with my life?
It's just plain awful to live with this wonderment pressing onto my back, because I know there's so much that I need that I can't get because I'm not painstakingly rich. Yes, I know how to differentiate the two verbs need and want, so I am absolutely certain that I'm putting my needs first. Despite of the fact that I've been following this philosophy every single day for the past nineteen years, I just seem to never catch a break. I never get what I need. Everything I own is dilapidated and worse for wear, and there's really nothing I can do about it.
So an advice to all those people who have enough money out there to go shopping or whatever with the bat of a single eyelash: enjoy what you have. You'd probably die laughing once you get to see the vast nothingness of my closet.
You know what? This post makes me feel even worse about myself, but I really can't help the way I feel. I know I have a lot as compared to my least fortunate brothers and sisters, but I can't shut this part of me that feels rather... pathetic. There's a lot that I want for myself, and say whatever you want, but money plays a big part in getting me where I want to be.
I'm religious enough to know that envy can warrant nothing but despair, but it's easier to praise God when you don't feel sorry about yourself, don't you think so?
Don't even try denying it - money makes the world go round, and there's nothing we can do about it.
It's just plain awful to live with this wonderment pressing onto my back, because I know there's so much that I need that I can't get because I'm not painstakingly rich. Yes, I know how to differentiate the two verbs need and want, so I am absolutely certain that I'm putting my needs first. Despite of the fact that I've been following this philosophy every single day for the past nineteen years, I just seem to never catch a break. I never get what I need. Everything I own is dilapidated and worse for wear, and there's really nothing I can do about it.
So an advice to all those people who have enough money out there to go shopping or whatever with the bat of a single eyelash: enjoy what you have. You'd probably die laughing once you get to see the vast nothingness of my closet.
You know what? This post makes me feel even worse about myself, but I really can't help the way I feel. I know I have a lot as compared to my least fortunate brothers and sisters, but I can't shut this part of me that feels rather... pathetic. There's a lot that I want for myself, and say whatever you want, but money plays a big part in getting me where I want to be.
I'm religious enough to know that envy can warrant nothing but despair, but it's easier to praise God when you don't feel sorry about yourself, don't you think so?
Don't even try denying it - money makes the world go round, and there's nothing we can do about it.