THOUGHTS
Money Isn’t Joy
No amount of cash can buy the things that make life most worth it
Some people dream about becoming wealthy. Even from a young age, I suspected that wasn’t my destiny. I wasn’t born into money, and none of the careers of interest to me were ones that make a person rich (except in very rare instances). But I was okay with that. From my parents, I learned how to work hard and be content.
Certainly, I’d daydream about what it might be like to shop without calculating or checking price-tags, but my happiness didn’t depend on how much stuff I had. And I learned from (and had awe for) those people who were at peace with much less — who maintained their faith and joy in the face of an unpaid bill or unexpected expense.
By the time I reached college, I was certain I wouldn’t be rich unless I married into it. And someone (perhaps my mother) once told me that marrying for money is the world’s worst job — that you will earn every penny, and it won’t be worth it. I took that to heart. I vowed never to choose money over love.
The older I got the more I saw that while money can procure comforts and provide privileges, its powers are not limitless. No amount of cash can buy the things that make life most worth it. And there are no prizes given upon dying for how much you…
