Money money money. Sad fact of the matter is (or maybe not so sad for some) that it makes the world go round. Just about everything you want and need cost money. The only exception is air, and I suppose even that will start getting taxed if we keep cutting down trees and polluting the air. But really, it kind of sucks. I mean, I like money and it’s nice to have it, and I can understand why it’s useful: a single form of trade that anyone can use for any goods or services. It’s nice, and it makes doing and getting what you want in society a lot easier. But what about those who don’t have it? What about those who struggle for money? What about those who know, no matter how good they are or how hard they work, they’ll never make enough?
I grew up in poverty, and I am still in poverty. Though I am not worried about my future financially, I am still worried about the here and now. I mean, why wouldn’t I be? I want to live on my own, or at the very least, away from my mother so that I can begin truly being independent, but I don’t want to have to struggle just to get by. I remember what it’s like to go without having hot water, heat, lights for days or even weeks. I remember what it’s like to wake up and wonder if there is much food in the house and if I should eat less to conserve it. My mother did a good job at keeping us fed and getting us most of what we wanted, but I understood that it was difficult for her. I never asked for much because I didn’t want to burden her with the negative feelings that can arise when you can’t give your child something that they want. To this day, I still don’t.
I know several people who don’t have much at home, and it saddens me. I want things to go smoothly for them, myself, and everyone.
In fact, that’s where money begins to be an issue: when I want to have what I need for myself and others. All the things that I want, few they are, I’ve been blessed enough to have. All the things that I need, I’ve been blessed enough to have as well. Not everyone is as fortunate, however, and not that many people care enough to do something about it. I’m not a hero. I’m not going out every night trying to provide for each and every single individual who is in poverty and can use some help. That being said, I won’t shy away from helping when I can. I just can’t help someone in a way that I feel as being enough if I can’t even help myself it the people I care about to the degree that I desire.
I know that the future will be better. I have to believe it will be, at the very least. But all I want to do is help those that I love the most to have a life that’s better than the one they’re living. $20 here and there every Noe and then isn’t exactly going to do that. Getting a place to stay, being able to pay the rent, have food in the house, and still being able to surprise them with gifts or outings every once in a while. That’s all I need. It will come, but how does one keep calm when the road ahead looks dark? How can you use money to make money if you’re barely surviving on the little bit that you do have? Why does money stress people out the way that it does?
I suppose it could be worse. I could have too much money and be paranoid of losing it all. At least, starting off with nothing, I’ll always know how it feels and understand the struggle that people go to. I’ll never forget it, and I’ll always to my best to help people. You can’t always give people everything they want and need, but you can at least give them some and encourage them to keep on going until they reach their goals.
Goals are nice. My goals? For right now: Secure a place of living for me and a few loved ones and to also be able to provide enough food so that we can live comfortably. If my mother had more to give, I know she’d help me to reach my goals. My job? I need to keep depression at bay so that I can do everything I need to do to get to where I need to be. It’ll happen. I just need to believe and put forth the effort. That’s all you have to do.
Never be afraid to help someone out though, even if it’s just a little bit. We can’t help everyone, but you can help someone a little bit. If enough people do, that little bit can go a long way.
P.S. I sort of sprained my ankle today.