80 Post Challenge – Post 75

Do you think money can buy happiness?

In a word…? No.

I believe that money can buy the things that make you think you’re happy. And I doubt anyone would argue with me when I say that being able to buy anything and everything you needed without worrying about the cost would make their lives easier. But easier doesn’t mean happy.

When I was a student, not only were we not in recession, but I had a bit more spare cash because I was working (part time) and bills were split among three. Also there are plenty of student discounts out there which made it possible to do things cheaply. Most of my DVD collection was amassed during my time at university as well as most of my swords and daggers. It was easy to buy what I wanted as and when and I was happy enough. This is mainly because university was an incredible three years of my life and I was having a grand time there anyway.

Then I left uni, moved into my own flat and got a full time job. My disposable income plummeted to almost nothing in the space of two months. Finding a deposit and the first two months of rent put a massive dent on anything I had saved and then I found that paying bills alone was really (really!) hard. So I didn’t go all that much, certainly no socialising, except for the odd excursion to London and Ironbridge. But I was happy. In fact I was VERY happy. My own place, freedom to do what I wanted, however I wanted, all the time in the world to write and if I wanted to talk to anybody they were only a mouse click away. MSNM was my best friend in those days; connecting me with all my friends who had scattered when we all graduated.

My point is, both of those situations mark happy times in my life, but money had very little to do with it.

People fantasise all the time about what they would spent a lottery win on. I certainly have (opening up a publishing house dedicated to finding new talent would be the start!), but that’s not to say I’m not happy now.

The twins have certainly clamped down on my free time, but, strangely I have a little more money than I did before their arrival. Probably because I’m not going out quite so much. That will change when my pay changes to just SMP, but I don’t for a second believe I’ll be less happy. Wouldn’t that be crazy? I mean, at the moment, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, but that’s not anything to do with how much I can spend on food, DVDs, drinks or whatever else.

My philosophy is… so long as I can keep a roof over my head, food in my cupboard, water in my taps, heat in my walls and clothe son my back I have enough money. Most other things I don’t really need. And they won’t make me happy. I don’t need a flash car, designer clothes, posh food, gadgets and fancy technology. It might make things easier… but I don’t need it.

Hmm… I think I’ve drifted a bit there. Have I answered the question?

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.
Also… note… that some of the questions in the original list are duplicated, so these later entries include questions from Tom’s second list.

About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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2 Responses to 80 Post Challenge – Post 75

  1. Juls says:

    I grew up in a situation surrounded by extraordinary affluence. In going to the boarding schools I did, I met the children of powerful parents and princes and princesses and yet, it was hardly an uncommon occasion to walk into the bogs to see some diamond decorated girl shooting up smack. I always used to think that they were simply lonely and unhappy; their parents had always been away most of the time and had ‘stabilised’ them in education in a far off place while they worked all over the globe and gave them access to their bank accounts out of guilt for their absence. Now I come to realise that it was also just because they had already done so much and seen so much – they had already travelled the world, seen a thousand plays, they already had shares in successful companies and owned expensive shoes, they had eaten at the world’s most revered restaurants and met their idols. By age 16 they already felt bored because they’d already experienced so much of what the world had to offer – they would never be wanting of money but everything now was dull because the extraordinary was all that was ordinary.


    • Yikes! See, now that I can’t imagine. I would hate to be bored so soon in my life and I do feel sorry for anybody who experiences that. Yes, having money for whatever you want is great, but you can’t buy the joy at buying your first car with hard earned cash, or the thrill of seeing a great landmark in some distant land for the very first time.

      Part of the reason I take so much pleasure in the things I do is because some of them take real hard work to come by. As a result I treasure them so much more than I would had they been really easy to get.

      That exactly proves my point, Juls, thank you!


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