I have been thinking about this a lot lately, a LOT...Growing up "poor" wasn't always the greatest, or always the best for me personally, however, there were moments I had with my brother[s] where I felt the richest. I was poor in the sense that my mother worked paycheck to paycheck and could hardly afford to buy me and my siblings basically anything. We ate top ramen and bologna sandwiches day in and day out. It was the biggest treat if we got any kind of meat to eat like steak or hamburgers. We had hand-me-down clothes, shoes, toys, basically everything. We never once complained or cried over anything we received, instead, we appreciated everything we got and never questioned our mother on why we could never have new things besides once a year for the new school year and even then it was only one pair of shoes and one or two pairs of clothes. I believe we felt rich because the moments when we were able to get away from the cleaning, laundry, and any other chores our mother had us do were the moments we felt alive, literally. My brother and I were wild, crazy, and often times rambunctious kids. We LOVED being outside, we loved getting dirty, exploring, and just experiencing the world, we really had no care in the world when we were out! We had the most amazing times, and those are the moments I cherish the most about my childhood. We may have been poor in money, but we were rich in memories and to me thats all that matters. Even though I tend to look back and hate my childhood for being robbed of so much of it, there are those moments I can remember that also make me glad I experienced what I did, had it been any different, I wouldn't have done and seen all I did, good and bad...
Forward years later, I'm an adult, so what do I think of all of this rich and poor stuff now. In a sense I still am poor, I don't have money flowing in or anything that that, I don't have the fanciest clothes or anything I want to show off. But, I'm not poor where I'm on the streets or anything. Even if I was rich, I know money couldn't give me what I truly want, it can't give me friendship or an ear to listen to or even a shoulder to cry on, not even a joyous jump at something exciting. If I was rich I would want to spend it all on my family and friends, having good times, blowing it all on good, fun things to enjoy with them. If I had a lot of materials I wouldn't be happy unless I got to share them with loved ones. Greedy, selfish, ignorant people are the real poor people. They lack the richness in life, which is being happy, giving to others, loving your family and friends, and not being truly happy. So yeah I'd rather be poor and happy, than have everything in the world and be miserable, yeah it's said a lot, but I really mean it. Screw it.
"There are people so poor that the only thing they have is money."
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