I have a problem. Admittedly and on the grand scale of things, it isn’t really a huge one but it matters. It matters to me and most likely to you. Why? Because it is one you have probably encountered or are encountering today. The problem is this: money. They say money isn’t everything but trust me that it becomes so when you have no fare for the train or bus home after a long day at work. That is not my specific problem though, well it was once and it may be in the future in which case I will have to simply do the extremely immoral, guilt-ridden freedom ride home on the barriers free train. However and in all seriousness, the problem about money is this: why am I always worried about it?
Money shouldn’t be the focus of your life they say and I like to think that for me it isn’t but recently I have realised that I have become forced to view it as ever more important. It’s always there, knocking on the door with its papery thin fingers and cold metal handshake. If money shouldn’t be the focus of life, then why are people bound by it before they have experienced the joys and beauty of life?
Growing up, I was surrounded by a loving family which met up every weekend at my grandparents and there the glorious hours of childhood would be enjoyed, blissfully unaware of the realities of life which were only revealed after the passing away of my grandparents when I was seven years old. After that, the family began to drift apart from the anchor that held us so closely together, for those who say family life can be constricting, they clearly have not experienced the love, happiness and unity it can also bring. By this I mean the extended family because I definitely understand how teeth grindingly annoying the people in your house can be at times.
My father, a salesman without all the glitz and glamour of the 1930s era, did not earn a significantly large salary and it shrank even further as I grew older. Well it either shrank or the financial strain he had to endure become more apparent to me as I matured. So money was and still is a point of contention in the house. However, the individual financial difficulties I face compound to the issue. You may ask my age and I will be happy to tell you, I am eighteen.