Say Cheese and Die

I think everyone reaches a point in their life when they are forced to accept and embrace their inadequacies. Then again, maybe there are people who go on living life completely ignorant of their own reality. I'm not so sure. Sometimes I imagine a life like that to be happier. My parent's always justified expensive gifts and things like that as motivation for me to work hard so that one day, I too, could spoil myself with excess. Don't get me wrong, I think everyone should have the desire, or more realistically the requirement, to be self sufficient. But sometimes I find it depressing to define my success and that of others by their purchase power. It's so easy to loose sight of what is inherently important. People begin to determine their happiness in terms of property owned, cars driven, and clothes worn. Admittedly, I've lived most of my life believing that those things would secure my happiness. Practically every endeavor is in pursuit of the inane desire for money. I went to college in order to go to law school, in order to become a lawyer, in order to make money.

The funny thing about money is that you never have enough. I don't want to be in a constant quest for it, but that's inevitable. I think I just want to live.