For some time I'm realizing that my salary is not enough.
I want more.
This weekend, the family of my boyfriend (whom I consider a bit 'my family, too, since two years I will stop them every weekend) has been hit by a serious accident.
E 'died on my boyfriend's dad, so suddenly.
I spent the weekend with them, hoping that I will pay a bit 'of their pain and their suffering, but yesterday I had to return to work.
Here. It 'just the point.
I realized what I want in life in these last days. I want to be able to afford
to remain close to my loved ones in tragedies like, without worrying about having to go to work to get by.
belong to the middle class to that class of people living on their work and are also able to indulge in something: I have a paycheck, I live with my mother in a house property which also has a garden. I can hold my own dwarf bunny, who, however small, needs a lot of care.
I can afford to keep the phone, going out occasionally with friends, give gifts to people I love birthdays or holidays. I can afford a weekend a year in some nice place, always looking for the cheapest package, to make charges.
Everything But with hard work, because life seems to offer only the costs.
I plan to buy a car in a couple of months, so I could move more quickly from home to workplace or to go to my boyfriend, who for two years he kept going back and forth (we live 30 km away) to spend time with me, spending time and money, because public transportation is not at hand, though cheaper.
How? Saving, depriving them of many things which I so want to give me.
is odious, and so frustrating to live life as a waiver continues!
It went from giving up a holiday that you would be entitled after much work, because not bear you can afford, air conditioning in the car because it costs too much, even if would travel in better conditions, by giving up one more time to go out to dinner, just because it would be superfluous, even to do without coffee because is the machine to buy.
Until the most serious and extreme sacrifice: giving up to the time you would spend with their families, especially at certain times, because you can not afford to stay home from work.
What I realized in these days of pain is that money bring happiness, but not for material things.
That money make happiness does not necessarily mean surrounded by cars, jewels that shine, dressed in expensive fabrics or brands known to live in huge villas.
means they can afford not to have to work to survive he must not deprive the loved ones of love and affection they need, they can stay home with them to share the most important and precious moments of life, from the first tooth or the first word of their children, the death of a parent.
means to afford this, especially when they need it most, instead of being always thinking, 'I want to stay with them, but right now I can not afford it. "
So, I started to search the internet un mezzo per riuscire a guadagnare qualcosa in più, che mi consenta di ritrovarmi delle entrate automatiche a fine mese, in modo da poter anche abbandonare il mio lavoro, perchè a quel punto non servirà più recarmi in azienda giorno dopo giorno, dopo giorno, dopo giorno...
Sono incappata in due libri particolarmente formativi per me: "I soldi fanno la felicità" e "L'arte della ricchezza", che mi hanno aperto un mondo, macché mondo, un universo!
Ho scoperto, leggendoli, che posso permettermi il lusso di pensare che col tempo anche io posso riuscirci. Riuscire a guadagnare abbastanza soldi da poter guadagnare tempo, la risorsa più preziosa che esista al mondo. Più prezioso dell'oro, più della silk, more than a Porsche or a Ferrari. More than any object technology on the market or not yet realized.
time.
recommend that everyone read these two books, because if nothing else, you will change your conception of money. If nothing else will open doors that do not even think existed.
could change your life, really!
A hug to all who read this post.
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