this was my exact point for me English persuasive essay. instead it was based on corporal punishment and the confusion a spank or a whip can make on a child who can’t even count to five. instead of a child understanding what the consequences are, and what was wrong, parents tend to lash our physically on the child in order for the child to stop. this will confuse the child on the meaning of consequences/discipline versus making sure to prevent getting his from his or her parents. so basically, the kid is going to prevent from getting his versus understanding what he or she did wrong.
In my younger days, I sat and watched around me what seemed like an innocent world just happening. I never understood the meaning of money, clothing, and top dollar cars. I always begged my parents to feed or lend money to the begging man on the street. I always lashed out when my parents refused. I always judged my family members when they only consumed the best of the best and would refuse anything they ever thought was “less than”. I still, till this day, have growing empathy for the people who live around me.
As I got older I noticed what money meant to people. Especially my mother and father. I soon learned that in most adults eyes, having a partner with endless money would make your older loved ones, pleased. They must have the best of the best and nothing less than that. I never agreed. I always felt that money did not mean much, because mainly it could all be gone in an instant. I continued with this theory for years. I dated different men with different jobs, different homes, and different personalities. Never judging on their financial ability. I always appreciated the love that was given versus the money spent.
I am now 19, almost 20. I honesty feel like I am a 45 year old woman. As I have gotten older, the ideas have been pressured more and more on my mind. From my parents, friends, history and sociology professors. All of them. It’s been dug into my brain that money is everything - we are all just money signs. And it truly terrorizes me. I can’t leave the thought that I need money to be able to survive and to be happy. When in actuality, when I walk into a patients room and I see their smile because of my presence, it lifts my heart higher than any paycheck. Or, when I spend great time with my honey and we spend countless minutes laughing at something only him and I would understand. Or, just simply doing good for the common people.
Money has never influenced my life. It’s always been something that’s been a double edged sword. I believe in accomplishments and stability. Nothing more than being content and happy with the career I choose, or my love chooses. And being responsible adults to live our lives to the fullest capability without worrying about what car our neighbor just purchased.
And the real challenge? Letting our children, my children, his children, see that difference. To see the difference between materialism and stability. To knowing that there are entire countries and families living on nothing and begging for clean water. People who are living on a used mattress in the middle of a street. That beauty products and the 3,000$ dollar purses are not even an idea, but instead, the main concern is to simply find food for their child the next day.
There’s numerous points made in this post, but the main point is that money doesn’t mean shit when you have poverty amongst the people in your own town. When money can’t buy happiness but simply comfort for the moment. Some people disagree, some people believe money is the most important. But this is my opinion.
The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you,
no matter how far they wander.
Don’t retaliate. The older the get, the more exhausting it is to get upset and argue. Although I am personally so sensitive and opinionated, it is not worth my energy to fight against anyone or thing that has their own opinions as well. I need peace.
I work out almost everyday! I run and do a lot of weights. And I do herbal life to maintain and continue wait loss. I have to work out and diet because if not I will feel so disgusted with myself and then I’m miserable.
I stated this a long time ago, long time ago. I do not write the things I do on this blog for anyone but who’s interested in it. If you have any negative things to say, be respectful, and keep it to yourself. If it’s really trying to hurt me or this blog, keep it to yourself. I don’t do well with hate because I take it immensely personally. I always have a strong instinct as to who sends hate mail, it’s easy to track anyways, literally. So stop wasting your time on trying to prove an ignorant point. No one likes to be told their opinions are fucking stupid, so be womanly and be kind.
I’ve always believed in signs. Little things that come from a higher power. Some days I just go on my day and don’t worry about a thing, and then some days I just notice everything.
This is a little personal but it’s incredibly relevant to my topic. Six years back my mother was battling drug addiction. She left my family and I, she stole, crashed her cars, and so much more. She was admitted into detox and then to a rehab. This was a terrible time for me. I couldn’t even handle most of the stress. At this time I had a great friend. Him and I had been threw a lot together during this time. He helped me incredibly through struggles I couldn’t believe I could handle. And vise versa. I realized at this time (I was about 12) that I really liked this guy. I decided to tell him. He specifically, and I remember clear as day, him telling me, “B I love you, and you’re my best friend. But I can’t date you. I do not know why and I do not know what it is, but I just need you in my life forever.” I was devastated. I felt like a piece of my heart crashed. I called my mom to her rehabilitation center and she just comforted me. I was sobbing and I just didn’t know what to think.
Fast forward 6 1/2 years. During these years my friend ended up getting into hardcore drugs and it washed away his personality. He become someone who would just call for money. I tried to help him with different rehabs but he never understood it. He had a baby. It was a mess. And for some reason, my number was the only number he could remember. So he always kept calling, and I always kept answering. Finally, about a month ago I got a call from my county jail and it was him. He wanted me to tell his baby mama he loved her and the baby. He then had to go to court and he was ordered to live in sober living.
We’ve been in close contact for the time remaining. He needed just a friend. And of course, us being best friends for so long I was there. Last night my mom took 6 years of sobriety. It was amazing he could be there and get the message that was being sent to him, via my parents. And then it hit me on the drive to dinner… Him saying, “I can’t date you because I know that I will need you later in life.” Was a sign. A strong, deep sign. And it made me tear up. I couldn’t even imagine our lives different. That’s just one, amongst my life full of signs.
They’re beautiful, look around.