The other day, while pacing around in my room and brainstorming ideas, I had a realization: when I look back on my life, I don’t want money to be the driver of my memories. We didn't grow up with money and that perhaps is why my attitudes is so different with money. I don’t want my final reflections to be about bills paid, salaries earned, or promotions achieved. I want my memories to be about experiences, moments with people dear to me, laughter, joy, and the things that give life meaning.
For too many of us, life has been reduced to an endless cycle of making money just to pay bills. You get paid, you cover your expenses, you catch your breath for a few days, and then the grind starts all over again. The system is designed that way, but we also play into it. When we get a raise or make more money, instead of breaking free, we often buy more things and create more bills. The cycle continues.
Don’t get me wrong, paying bills is an accomplishment. It’s a blessing to keep the lights on, put food on the table, and handle responsibilities. But that shouldn’t be the only thing written on the story of our lives. No one wants their legacy to read: “They paid their bills and then died.”
The truth is, many of us have mastered the art of making money but forgotten the art of living. We’ve been trained to manage bills, but not to cultivate meaning. And without meaning, it’s no wonder so many people feel lost. Preaching to self.
Living with purpose takes effort, especially in a system that pushes us toward endless consumption. It might take years of work to step outside that cycle. But the sooner we realize that life must be about more than paying bills, the sooner we can reclaim our time, our joy, and our freedom.
At the end of it all, I don’t want to look back and see only transactions. I want to look back and see life, truly lived.
I am thinking and planning on breaking out. Are you coming with me?
Pal Ronnie
No comments:
Post a Comment