As I stay awake due to a really bad case of the hiccups, it has given me time to think, not necessarily about anything that affects me, more just events going on around me and in the news. Sorry if it doesn’t make much sense, I’m typing as I’m thinking.
I wonder, why exactly are we predisposed to being so negative? Why is it so hard for us to be happy for other people? William and Kate are getting married, and what should be an amazingly happy time for them is being quickly turned into a bitch fest about who is going to pay for it. But why? Yes we are in a recession, but surely this should be a time of inspiration? Of happiness? A time to show that no matter what the circumstances life goes on.
All around I am hearing people saying that the Royals should be paying for the wedding and not the taxpayer. And while part of me is inclined to agree, the other part of me is wondering where this intense dislike, maybe even hate has come from for the figure heads of our country. William did not choose to be born into the role of being future King, but that is and will remain to be his job, so why should he not be paid for that job? Would you expect to go into work, and do your job for free? We may not see what he does, but he does a lot of work behind the scenes. He does a lot of work for charity just like his mother did and he takes his responsibilities very seriously.
Everywhere I turn someone is worrying about money, myself included. But do we honestly truly need money to be happy? As long as the bills are paid and we have food in our bellies, what more do we need? Why do we have this obsession that money will make us happy? Why do we find it impossible to be happy with what we have? Why do we need ‘things’ to show our worth? Are we so hidden in our shell and blind to what’s around us that we can’t see our own worth? That we are all incredibly intelligent, funny and witty in our own rights, and it doesn’t matter if anyone else ‘gets’ it as long as we are happy in ourselves. Why do we have to prove that we are better than everyone else? Whether it be showing off what we’ve just bought, to boasting about a gamer score on Xbox 360. Are we so insecure in ourselves that we feel we constantly have to prove we’re not just using up oxygen?
Is money really the key to happiness? Or is it just something we hide behind, knowing it’s an impossible goal and we want to find an excuse not to be happy? Is there such a thing as having enough money? And when do we decide that we have all the money we need? Where do we draw the line between money and happiness?
And….publish.
