Well, who knows. Life is so funny. Life is so odd. When did it happen that money became the main drive in having to make choices? I do so wish things were different. We may have better teachers, better doctors, happier people everywhere. But instead, life is often times made living by the amount of money one needs. And frankly that’s just sad.
How did it get this way? I never intended on getting sucked in. Yes, I do realize living in New York puts a certain necessity on income, but why must one need to make a bloated salary in order to avoid depression, doggy-paddling through life, or just being able to eat a meal out once a week?
And say you don’t take this route, say you take the more noble, I-can-sleep-better-at-night route is that so bad? If you can still live, (even though barely) is that bad? Do folks see you as a failure?
All I ever wanted was to be proud. Money was never a part of the recipe to proud. It’s more of the necessary evil to make life livable. I am bouncing back and forth here. Wondering how we let it get this way. Why create a world that perpetuates an unattainable happiness by way of wealth? I’m not sure what to do. (Robert Frost, you dork).