“Money is the root of all evil.”
Who among you have heard this one before?? But no—no... That’s actually wrong. Money is not the root of evil.
“The LOVE OF MONEY is the root of all kinds of evil.” (1 Timothy 6:10)
I don’t hate money—we don’t have to and we’re not supposed to. We need it.
But I don’t love money either.
My priority is not to have a lot—but just enough.
I learned, based on experience, that contrary to what most people believe... money will neither bring lasting happiness nor solve all problems. In fact it just brings on more responsibility, and sometimes even more problems.
Yes, you may be able to pay off all your debts, but will it teach you to lay off the reasons why you got the debts in the first place?
Yes, it might be able to buy you a beach house, a car and a bunch of other stuff, but will achieving bigger and more expensive stuff help you appreciate the simple more valuable things?
Yes, money may bring on more acquaintances, or let you gain new friends... But how many of them will be true?
And while trying to earn all these money, do you still have enough time for your family?
You may have more money to give your kids, but will that make them love you more, or just make them spoiled to the core?
No, I am not saying that money is bad and that we should just live in poverty and then enjoy it.
I’m saying that in life, there are those that matter more. A thousand bucks won’t bring back the time when you’re child was calling for you and you weren’t there.
Would you exchange a million dollars for your parent’s last words that you didn’t hear?
Is the holiday double pay really worth not being able to decorate the Christmas tree with your family..?
Think about it.
When I was a kid, I remember growing up without my dad by my side. He was busy working overtime all the time. I had a new bag and new everything for school every year. But I would have given up a whole year of “new stuff” to hear my father read me a bedtime story for one night.
I would have given up that big birthday bash my mom threw for me when I turned eighteen, just so she could have seen me become a lady or walk up the stage on my college graduation day. But she was abroad trying to earn more money.
I know it’s just practical to think about earning money and earning more. But I just don’t see money as something so important as to give up stuff like spending time with my loved ones.
My dream is not to live in a mansion with elephant shaped plants and life size elves in the front porch. I don’t even need a pool in the backyard. I would rather be in a small, comfortable home with sensible appliances and spacious enough that I’d be able to play with my future kids, or my dog. And spend quality time with my husband.
Although it would be alright to be able to give my parents a ton of money they can spend during retirement, I would still prefer to be able to provide them good love and care as they grow old, or be able to keep them healthy. Or see them play with my future children.
I plan to always keep my eyes on what is truly important. And I pray that more people will learn to do so too.