Can't buy me love

I was going to write a post about how much importance our society puts on money - making it and having it - when I realized that I would hate to write a post like that. I tried. I really did. And after about fifteen minutes of typing, furiously hitting my backspace key, and then screaming random gibberish at my laptop, I just stopped. I took a deep breath, and decided to browse through some prompts/writing suggestions on mindbump.

I stumbled across one prompt in particular that tickled my fancy. "What was the best birthday present you ever received and what made it so special?"

Which brings me to the fantastically colorful picture above - my 21st birthday rainbow cake, made from scratch with so much love by my best bear Hillary. I mean, all in all, my 21st birthday was a blast (thanks to a slew of fantastic friends and a butt load of champagne) but the fact that my bestie took so much time and trouble to bake, frost and TRANSPORT (from West Palm Beach to Miami in her little mini cooper) this cake of magical dreams was almost too much to handle. I may or may not have cried on my 21st birthday from an overload of love.

I've never been a fan of big, fancy, expensive gifts. Some of the best gifts that I've received/given have been handmade, personal treasures. Anyone can go out and buy something at a store, but to sit down and make something shows thought and effort.

Which brings me back to my original point... about money.... (I knew I'd get back here somehow). I've never been a fan of money. I understand that it's a necessary thing in society, but I've never thought to myself "I need a high paying job so I can make lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of money and buy lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of things." If i was of that opinion, I never would have majored in journalism. I'm content with having just enough, because money can't buy me love.

"There are people who have money, and people who are rich." - Coco Chanel

Lady Coco had it right. I know too many people who have more money than they can handle - they simply don't know what to do with it - and they are almost always deeply unhappy with their lives.

In comparison, I feel filthy rich.

And by that measure, I've been wealthy for a really long time. Wealthy with inspiration. Wealthy with motivation. Wealthy with good friends. Wealthy with a loving family. Wealthy to be in a city that never stops giving.

I've got bucket loads of happiness. These are the riches that matter to me. These are the relationships, life lessons, memories, experiences, and emotions that no amount of money could have ever given me.

And even though I may not have my whole life together at this very moment and I may not know where my next paycheck is coming from, I am so grateful to feel alive and happy. It's more than I can say for a lot of people I know.

Sometimes we have to take a step back from everything and remember what's really important. At the end of your days, do you really want to look back and see all the money you accumulated over the years, or would you rather see a rich, vibrant, multi-colored cake of a life made with so much love and being shared with so many amazing and wonderful people?

I'd pick the rainbow birthday cake. Every time. xx Nikbear