When It All Falls Down.

It is too often that people forget where the come from. They disregard the memories of the struggles that they’ve once faced. They reach a certain point in their lives where they can vaguely recall what life was like before they’ve reached their current peak. These type of people urk me. Materialism is definitely an ailment where the only cure is it all falling down.

I need the memories. I need to be reminded of the path I need to follow. I want to remember how hard it is to care for two children alone. I need to remember the sleepless nights. I need to remember the hourly pay. I need to remember all of the penny pinching and how its possible to stretch a dollar. I need to remember the car troubles. I need to remember wishing, wanting, and desiring something that I couldn’t have at the moment because of a bill that was due.

I mean, haven’t we all been there? Haven’t we all paid a bill late? set up payment arrangements? had car troubles? or even desired to have something that we couldn’t get because something had come up that prevented us from doing so? Haven’t we all at some point stretched a dollar or pinched a penny? It’s definitely nothing to be ashamed of. I loathe an individual who feels the need to mock a person’s hardship. That is one of the most vile things you can do. All of the energy that you put in mocking someone’s situation, I’m almost positive less energy is used helping that individual. People like this fail to realize how easy it is to wake up and all those material things they flaunt and praise can be taken away from them. What a dark, gloomy day that’ll be, eh?