Most of us have an on-going battle with money. And that includes money bloggers like me.
On one end, you have people trying to stop the pain. Their personal finances, mortgage payments and credit card debts have careened out of control. To make matters worse, the negative impact has inevitably spilled over to every other aspect of their lives and they are literally drowning in financial despair.
On the other side, there’s people who understand the rules of money pretty well. Investments, interest rates, compounding effects and the like. For these people, the bigger threat is becoming obsessed with money. On first appearance, money seems to be their servant in life but on a closer look, money could really be the ultimate master instead.
Having experienced both ends of the spectrum, I find the latter to be a much scarier tussle. I am not trying to belittle debts, but for many, fighting an obsession over money is more likely a long-drawn affair right down to the moment when one draws his last breath.
In fact, I am slowly starting to appreciate this ridiculous phenomenon that the more money one has, the more he worries about it. 😕
And here’s a poem that illustrates my limited insight into this issue.
After all, besides providing what is (hopefully) good advice, this blog also serves as an outlet for my pent-up emotions and creativity. 😛
When I Had My First ……
When I had my first dollar
I was just beyond a toddler
Fantasizing about the lollipops I could buy
Kept me weeks on a high
When I had my first ten dollar
I did what every 8-year-old thought proper
The box of erasers bought within my power
Brought endless fun during recess hour
When I had my first hundred dollar
It was in the form of a PSLE reward from mother
A GUESS watch with a leather band
Worn proudly in my teenage hand
When I had my first thousand dollar
All I wanted was to be popular
Generously paying for drinks and dates
Without consideration for my future financial fate
When I had my first ten thousand dollar
I had tuition clients breathing down my collar
Grudgingly trading more time for money
Hoping to hold the hands of that frivolous sweet honey
When I had my first hundred thousand dollar
It was through a job giving me little pleasure
Succumbing to societal pressure
I slogged harder to accumulate my treasures
What has happened in the last 15 years?
The law of diminishing returns I hear
Every additional dollar I earned
Did not bring me the happiness I yearned
Something had to give
And a sigh of relief was heaved
When I temporarily gave up accumulating more treasures
In exchange for half a year of leisure
A change of attitude I now procure
To keep greed from rising to the fore
Contentment is to look at a dollar with new-found yore
For I realise more money is not the cure
Otherwise things could get worse
When I have my first million dollar