There will be some lightweight swearing, but it is swearing nonetheless so I want to let you know before you read this because people can be offended. I don’t normally use such language but I felt it necessary to get my point across even when it’s a letter to myself.
I know you have a lot to say and can do so much but it’s one thing to say something and a completely different thing about the doing part. We can’t go on like this, girlfriend, so we have to work on this because you are ruining what chances I have out there, to be what I want, or hell, even what I believe I have to be (and there are distinct differences between the two). Yes, I understand when the distractions close in on you it’s a bitch to get away from but if other people can get past temptation why not you? Yeah yeah “easier said …” but shit, nothing worth the while is ever easy.
Sometimes I feel like I want to be someone else, I’m not as good as I want to be. I admire my mom and my grandmother for their strength because they’ve worked hard to keep our family together. I want to be brave and have the courage to stand up for what I believe in like my father, my role model. I’d like to still be like a kid even when I’d grow up like my uncle. I’d like the chance to pick out the traits I admire in the people I know.
One day I was at school doing chemistry and it was one of those days when nothing would stick, so I was sketching nothing in particular and ended up with the profile of a girl crying, for what, I still haven’t a clue. My friend, Annie, saw it and commented that she that it was really good, that she could never do anything like that. I was like “Really?” I was surprised because I look up to her because she embodied a perfect student, or close to perfect I should say, she’s good at many things or that’s what I had thought. Annie’s smart, easy going, academically awesome, has neat handwriting but it turned out she wasn’t up to public speaking, or art like I am and she’s reserved, that’s a nice way of saying that she doesn’t prattle away like I do.
I was in the shower when it hit me – no not the water – that I’m okay the way am. I may not be beautiful and brilliant but there are things that I’m actually good at! Things that many other people cannot do. I am me. I am special. I am one of a kind.The only edition, the one and only. I don’t have have to try to be anyone else, I just have to try to improve myself in the areas that I think need working on. Now I accept my faults and my mistakes because nobody can make them like I do. Nobody can screech in the shower like I can. Nobody can burn the food like I can, though I think that might be debatable … I love my handwriting, it’s my own custom-made font. I love my Buggs Bunny teeth. I love the colour of my hair. Heck, I even love the bags under my eyes because nobody else has darker ones than mine! Just kidding! I love … me. Yeah, I love me!
I might still be a little insecure but that, and my faults and mistakes, makes me human, doesn’t it? You know, for a time I thought I was a chipmunk, darn!
Ask yourself that question and please be honest about it. It means a lot to many of us, more to some than others. We have to have some amount of it to keep us going. To me, wealth means money, bread on the table, clothes on our backs, a roof over our heads, opportunities for a better life, education, means of satisfying our needs and wants, mind you there’s a blurry line where these two meet and I’m going to attempt to make you see what that they’re actually the opposite. How should we go about earning wealth?Oh that’s simple: honestly. Okay, this might turn into a lecture, if it hasn’t already.
Whether we’d be rich or poor we should be humble or modest, whichever but they both mean the same thing either ways, showing off never did anybody any good. Money-wise, we need to utilize it sensibly because sooner or later it’s not going to be there if you don’t. Many of us who never had to break their backs, day and night to earn their living wouldn’t fully appreciate the worth of the money they have, mind you I wasn’t referring to everyone. I’m one of the fortunate ones but I know what I have and what my parents, and theirs’ before them, had done to get us to where my family is today. What did my mom and dad go through to get me here living comfortably, how hard did they work? What and how much had they sacrificed? Chew on those. Other people aren’t as better off. We should all be grateful and not the other way ’round.
Back to defining the line between needs and wants.
These are things that are absolutely necessary for us to live. When we say we want something it’s not the same as needing it.
–“Oh em gee!I need this pair of shoes and that totally cute bag to match or I’m going to die!”
– She believes she really has to have it. Honey, you’re not going to die, the scraps of leather and what’s not can wait, starving kids all over the world who need food, clothing and a home will be the ones going to do the dying.
Okay now, that was me just giving an example. If you want to buy 3” heels and a broken ankle that’s fine, you go right ahead and do just that but keep in mind that you want it but your life doesn’t depend on it.
The things we feel like having, to satisfy our cravings. Like I really want The Book Thief in hardcover when I already have it on kindle and I want The Wolves of Mercy Falls in paperback when shipping costs added on it’s going to cost me more than when I can get it easily on my kindle. I want them, like really want them but it’s not necessary for my existence … even though I feel like it does.
Be careful with the way you go about spending your money.
Be grateful with what you have and to those responsible.
Wealth is not not only money, it’s happiness, comfort, family and friends and the other little things that makes your life special.
What you want isn’t always what you need.
See where I’m going with this? I believe that no opinion is wrong once you’ve got you points to back you up but if anyone does think that I’ve gone wrong somewhere or you disagree or agree, please let me know. We don’t need any misunderstandings, now do we?