Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 18’s Topic: Wealth.
For the past two months, I have experienced a first-hand understanding of the meaning of wealth. Or in my case, the lack of … Needless to say, it’s obviously better to be wealthy than it is to be poor.
I am someone who grew up on the poor side of things as a kid along with my two younger brothers. My parents never had a lot of money between the two of them, but they sure tried their best to provide what they could. I remember my dad commuting all the way from Washington to Idaho to work at some crummy factory. He would leave early in the morning, and then he would make his way back home at night, often tired and crabby because he had to do it again throughout the rest of the week.
My mom always had some kind of cleaning job and usually a restaurant gig on the side as a waitress. That’s basically all she really knew how to do.
But between the two of them, my parents always made enough money to make sure us kids could eat every day without going hungry. But even as a child, I knew my family was far from rich. We never had cable TV. We never had things like the nicest cars. Heck, don’t even ask me if my parents could try taking us to Disneyland back in those days. Heck no. Just impossible.
They were just a bunch of random luxuries that the other families around the block had access to. We could have hoped and prayed until the cows came home, but the family bank account wasn’t going to end up with infinite cash for us to spend at our leisure.
But you know what? My brothers and I lived. We got through it. Sure, it kind of sucked sometimes when maybe we wanted something a bit fancier here and there, but we got through it. No cable TV for instance? It was whatever. My brothers and I were masters of knowing what was good on public television.
All in all, it just meant certain things led to more appreciation because they were rarer for our family budget. Like gosh, you should have seen how ecstatic my brothers and I were when we finally got a family computer.
Anyway, all I am really trying to say here is I understand what it’s like to be living within your means. It’s not like my family will ever own a yacht at any point, but you never know.
For now, in my dire situation and all, I have to take a step back and evaluate where I want to see myself in just the next few months. Will I be in rags and have to sell my computer for scraps? Nah, I probably won’t have to go to that extreme (I sure hope not), but being poor just sucks on so many levels.
Oh well. All I can really do is make the best of it until I can stabilize the ship.
“Get good. Be better.” – Nhan Fiction