MONEY CAN'T BUY YOU LOVE

OR CAN IT?
I am as content in my life as I can be. I've always said money can't buy you love. You have to find what makes you happy and BE happy in life. Everything else will/should fall into place. I think well, this is my existence. This is what's on my plate, what's been handed down to me. Why complain?

Yeah, I'd be nice to have a ton of money to do those things you see on t.v. Fly to exotic countries, a nice house by the sea, drive a fancy car, not ever have to work. Go to fancy parties. Instead I am happy to settle with flying across the states, renting a house by the beach, driving a nicer rental car, not having to work for a week, dressing up for a wedding. Well, you get the idea.

So why should I complain? Am I complaining? Yet, there is always a reminder, this picture that haunts me from time to time. It was a picture of a mansion with a Lamborghini parked outside and underneath the caption: the rewards of higher learning.

Yep, there it is. Nobody's fault but mine, really. I wonder why I never had the initiative or drive to do more, go farther? Is it a fault? Sometimes those rich people end up on drugs, unhappy and sometimes dead before their time anyway. Maybe I would appreciate life more if I had to work harder for things? Ahhh, who knows? I think being happy is the key to life. How cliche, eh? And, it's really hard sometimes knowing what that is. If you find it, you'll enrich your life and live long. I think that's what it's all about. 

But seriously folks, I still want that watermelon tourmaline ring. That house on the beach. That older pale green Mercedes that woman was driving around the other day. Not having to work, and not having to worry about money. 

The rewards of higher learning.