So, yesterday I watched a YouTube video about five traits that proved that you were going to be a millionaire someday. I related to all five. I think that’s awesome because I’ve always wanted to be a millionaire. I can have as many bottles of Gatorade as I want!
Anyway, I think that money is a tricky subject. It can be good and bad. I think that it can be bad when there are those that are willing to trample over others in order to get money, and it can be good when used correctly. I’ve struggled with poverty my entire life, and I know a lot of people around me have. However, my best friends growing up lived in very wealthy families, and it was very difficult for them (and still is) to understand why I couldn’t buy a soda at the Sea Store or a candy. I simply didn’t have any money, and any money I did have went to buying gifts for my brother’s birthday or to medical bills or the like. I preferred and still prefer to save money for those emergency times when I need them. But for those who have never faced poverty, it can be very difficult for them to understand how hard things are when you don’t have money. Sometimes when I see something that’s free, like a mangled book or a small broken bookshelf, I just get this rush of relief like a breath of fresh air. Not that I go out purposely looking for broken and free stuff, but it’s a breath of fresh air because money dominates our world in every country across the globe. It can be incredibly frustrating, and it’s a breath of fresh air as if I was suffocating before once I find something that I don’t have to pay a penny for, even if it’s in horrible condition.
I want to have a huge library sometime in my life because I just love to read. Haha, #readergoals. But I’m also a writer, and I have the crazy idea and dream that someday I may not only be a millionaire but a billionaire. I become afraid to tell people this because they laugh at me. They say things like ‘How could you possibly do that?’ or ‘Why don’t you dream of something a little more realistic?’ There’s a lot that goes into a dream, and when people find out that my dream (one of many) is to be a billionaire someday, they immediately think I’m stuck up and just want the latest Gucci bag or something. That is not the case. Not in the least. What I want is financial freedom, and the ability to give back to those around me. I want to be able to do random anonymous donations to everyone around me. If there’s a kid I know that wants to go to Comic Con, I would pay for the entire thing for that kid to go, simply because it’s something that I’ve always wanted to do but nobody would ever help me with it (not that I wanted help) and it’s not something I could afford. I needed to afford groceries, not Comic Con.
There’s a quote, and it’s one of my favorites: “Be the person that you needed when you were a child.” I want to be that person, and I’m hoping that I’m turning into that person more and more each day. I know that I am, and I’m grateful for that. So, for the things I wasn’t given growing up because of various circumstances, I want to give those things to others. Plus, I want the security to know I can always pay for hospital bills because they can often get up in the millions of dollars, simply because I have such a rare and severe health condition. That’s why I want to be a billionaire. I don’t care about Gucci bags.
There’s always this preconceived notion about those that have money, assuming they’re stuck up and that they must have the latest designer clothes and that they could never understand the trivial problems of us ‘real people’. But I think that’s stupid and quite frankly ignorant on our part. Even if we are in poverty, who are we to say what someone with more wealth does or does not understand? I know plenty of families that are incredibly wealthy, although they aren’t millionaires, and they are the reason that me and my family aren’t homeless right now. They have helped us stay in a home with beds and food. That’s something to be grateful for and greatly admired.
But on the flip side, my mom was very wealthy before I was born. By the time I was old enough to understand, we had lost all of the wealth when my dad was arrested (long story on that one). She knows the line of poverty and she knows the line of wealth. In poverty, everyone looks down on you. In wealth, everyone expects you to give them money because you have more and they have less, despite the fact that you may have worked your butt off for that money and they are disregarding that. It’s an interesting – and sad – cycle.
I hope that someday when I do become a millionaire or billionaire that I can have more of an open mind, turn away from ignorance and be there for others that need while also being there for myself. Isn’t that all we can do, anyway?