I had realized something a long time ago but remembered again recently. While registering for a PayPal account, I spotted something. A feature read that it was a good source of making payments for online shopping. Why this statement stood out to me was simple, in this world we live in there are always so many mediums in which we are told we can spend our money. Sometimes to even earn money from a venture you are required to spend some money. Money that some don’t even have. A good example of this would be WordPress and paid blogging before you start earning from your blog.
Everyone is always suggesting new ways for us to spend. It was ironical because the reason I was opening an account in the first place was as a means to earn money from the internet especially via foreign sources when possible. I was not interested in going on a foreign online shopping spree.
Nobody really teaches us how to get money to spend really, but society knows how to tell us of the various ways we can spend. Constantly we are bombarded with adverts of several different products. New products are created everyday as well, non stop. There is always a way in which a product can ‘change’ our mundane lives according to people of the marketing world , but most don’t really care if our lives get better, as long as they earn those crisp notes.This is why today , we have a lot of frustrated youths, the images of the numerous things they can buy contradicts to the level if information of how to generate wealth for themselves.
How to solve this problem?
Really I don’t know how such problem can be solved at large in this society. But I do know that individually we have power to resist whatever. We should strive to teach and learn how to gain financial independence rather than pursue the latest spending fads then complain on ‘the lack of money’. Our spending power should match the level of our financial freedom.
Just my thoughts
Poems give me life
Makes me breathe
Puts me to sleep
Poems brings me chills
Turns on a light
Gives me feels
Poems turn me on
Shut me down
Making this little girl cry
Poems wake me up
Tells me to be strong
Works me up
Poems tells me truths
Gives me voice
Makes me smile
Poems reeks of lies
Hits me hard
Makes me smile
Poems, my very life source
This is inspired by a current situation I find myself in. I am sure others can relate. I see people all around me, they all seem to have it all together. When I compare such images to myself, I feel down and dejected. Why isn’t my life going as smoothly like theirs? I ask myself. But I realize this fact constantly, everyone does not have it together and the grass always appears greener on the other side. Besides, we are not all going on the same journey.
It’s easy for me (or anyone) to judge my inner turmoil in comparison to other people’s outward portrayal of living. Everyone tries to appear normal in this world, from an early age we figure that the proper thing to do was to keep all of our internal loads and baggage,internal. Because of this, everyone plays the role in which they are given. The role they think they fit…
We see the need to like what every other person claims to like or try to cover anything about us that seems out of the ordinary. Even the most confident of us humans truly don’t want to be judged. When we do not fall into place according to the straight line people demand our lives to go, we may feel dejected.
Now, the message that came to me for this post is your time will come, only if you don’t give up. Things may be bad now and not as good as other people’s situation may be, but your time will come.
It lay there
Sitting on the bed
left untouched for several days
The weather was cold
And so was it
The owner was somewhere,
Out in the universe
The black bra had stories to tell
Many tales of complex relationships
Broken days and sullen nights
Sleepless heavy breathes
It was the useless observer-
The third party
To the passing nuisance of what was called life
A creature of random circumstances
Just like she, it’s owner
A banal illusion was my love
In the darkness of the night-
I ran mad thinking of you
You,who I will never have
I have come to accept that now
But you had already left your imprints on me
Why!I yell in my mind;
Did I ever get to know you
Why! Did my heart lose its sense
Over a banal illusion
I drowned in the grandeur of something great
As my life was sucked up in thick mud
In my dreams you are my reality
And in my reality,you are a dream
An unaccomplishable wish
A sad sad banal illusion
Which I prayed was something more
The bold lines are taken from an actual quote by an anonymous source