I’m not saying that I’ve got them all figured out, but I am pretty sure of how I want to live my life. I recently celebrated my nineteenth birthday but right now, I’m at a stage where I haven’t exactly faced society and felt the full brunt of its force but yet , after my graduation in a few months, I am expected to make an “adult choice”. To be thrown into the working world or further my studies as expected by most of the people around me.
It had occurred to me, that no matter where I went or what choice I made, it was always fueled by this nagging desire to be rich. This long ago notion that was instilled into me was that I could have hobbies and passions but these would not keep me alive. Money was what made the world go round, not spirit or zeal. Sadly, I faced up to reality.
Thinking back to how I was brought up, I did not come from a well-to-do family. Sure we got by, definitely more fortunate than others. However I frequently recall my mother telling me that we do not have the money to buy the things that were unnecessary. She never gave in to my temper tantrums, and as I grew older, I stopped asking. I learnt to go to the library, developing the skill of borrowing and starting the early stages of “bartering” in my life. In my pre-teen years, I had two best friends, both of which whom were from wealthy families. One in particular was very spoilt. Whatever she wanted, she got. Sure there were bouts of jealousy, even a short phase of stealing when I was younger, but that was soon put to an end by my parents.
I’m not saying that I’ve got them all figured out, but I am pretty sure of how I want to live my life. I recently celebrated my nineteenth birthday but right now, I’m at a stage where I haven’t exactly faced society and felt the full brunt of its force but yet , after my graduation in a few months, I am expected to make an “adult choice”. To be thrown into the working world or further my studies as expected by most of the people around me.It had occurred to me, that no matter where I went or what choice I made, it was always fueled by this nagging desire to be rich. This long ago notion that was instilled into me was that I could have hobbies and passions but these would not keep me alive. Money was what made the world go round, not spirit or zeal. Sadly, I faced up to reality.Thinking back to how I was brought up, I did not come from a well-to-do family. Sure we got by, definitely more fortunate than others. However I frequently recall my mother telling me that we do not have the money to buy the things that were unnecessary. She never gave in to my temper tantrums, and as I grew older, I stopped asking. I learnt to go to the library, developing the skill of borrowing and starting the early stages of “bartering” in my life. In my pre-teen years, I had two best friends, both of which whom were from wealthy families. One in particular was very spoilt. Whatever she wanted, she got. Sure there were bouts of jealousy, even a short phase of stealing when I was younger, but that was soon put to an end by my parents.
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