A FIR-TREE said boastingly to the Bramble, "You are useful for nothing at all; while I am everywhere used for roofs and houses." The Bramble answered: 'You poor creature, if you would only call to mind the axes and saws which are about to cut you down, you would have reason to wish that you had grown up a Bramble, not a Fir-Tree." With that, the Fir-Tree said little more for the remainder of his days.
Better poverty without care, than riches with.
I remember being young and going to church to pray for the things that I wanted. I wanted a big house, a fancy car, lots of clothes and diamonds. And most of all, I wanted to just flat out be RICH. We all do though right?
As an adult, I think about the things that really constitute what being "rich" is. I know someone who was married into money. She didn't come from it, but throughout her life, she was stuck on marrying a rich man. She never spoke the words, but it couldnt be more obvious. Simply by looking at her taste in men and seeing that the only real similarity was that they all had money, was a clear sign. Anyway, she finally nabbed her one. So, she's rich. Financially. In front of the camera's and the media, she's happy go lucky. She loves her life. She smiles and waves at the camera's, and has her husbands back 110%. But in real life, she is a big ass ball of a hotass mess. She's miserable, and everyone that knows her knows it. So, how rich is she really???
I have these talks with my BFF all the time. We give each other these pep talks from time to time to simply remind each other of how great our lives really are. Through the arguments with our husbands, stresses with everyday life, a crying baby, uber bills, and family that is driving us crazy; neither of us owes an ounce of complaint to anything.
Life is SO good. I'm so rich right now. Beyond my wildest dreams. Never once through my life have I ever thought that I'd be as happy as I am today. I never could imagine that I'd ever be so deserving of the type of man that I married. And I never would have thought that I'd be ok with paying bills (because I have the means to do so). I graduated with a good job. And when I was ready to move on to something new, I did. And now I've got an even better job. I have terrific people in my life, and the worlds greatest children.
When I was with my ex, I had a very carefree lifestlye. He took care of me. Point blank. Bills were not a concern of mine. I shopped how I wanted, and when he messed up, I was guaranteed to get something new and expensive. I hung out with celebrities and I went to clubs with all VIP access. I travelled, and I was known as his girlfriend. I had everthing I wanted and NEEDED. BUT... happiness. I spent days and weeks crying alone. He didn't like me having male friends as he didn't trust them. I had few female friends as I didn't trust them around him. He had excuses and reasons as to why I shouldn't be friends with the few that I did have. My only friends were to be his friends, and when he didn't want to be bothered with me, then I had to leave. And be alone. I would get crazy phone calls from women he'd sleep with, giving intimate details of their nights together. I would leave out late nights following him only to get confirmation of the things that I already knew. I caught him in bed with another woman, only to lash out at her, and take him back and for his word. I was verbally and mentally abused in front of my daughter, and belittled to the point of truthfully believing that this was the best I could do, and he was the best for me. But people looked at me from the outside, and I smiled... I put on a mask of happiness that I vowed to never ever wear again. I was sacrificing my happiness, sanity, and peace of mind for a lifestlye that I was mildly irritated with living.
But still, it wasn't until I was gone and good and over him that I realized how poor I was then. I no longer hang out on the weekends, instead I'm in the house catching a bad movie with the kids and my husband. I only get new expensive gifts on special occassions, but thats because my husband doesn't need to find ways to make amends to me for his mess ups. No more big name celebrity friends (aside from one or two I still talk to), instead I have REAL friends... And you better believe they're superstars in my eyes, and will shit turds on the others I used to hang out with. So... what EXACTLY have I given up? Not a DAMN thing! I traded in poverty for TRUE riches... more than any dollar can buy. And I actually smile alot more now!
I'm FANCY!
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