Nov 14 2008
It’s Only Money
I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life when I took money for granted. Maybe being born at the tail end of the Great Depression meant that some of its lessons rubbed off on me, somehow. However it happened, my attitude toward money has always been pretty much the same, whether I had a lot of it (comparatively speaking), or very little. It’s useful, but not all-important. There are a lot of unrecognized advantages to having grown up at the lower end of the economic scale. At least they’re advantages if out and out grinding poverty didn’t traumatize you to the point where money did become the be all and end all.
In some ways, a lack of money might be considered the mother of invention. When you can’t do or buy the things that money makes possible, you learn that you can live quite happily without them. You also learn to do for yourself and, what’s just as important, to think for yourself. Sometimes it turns out that what you create for yourself is better than what money would have bought. I think about that a lot when I see people whose lives are made miserable by little things — the cable goes out and it will be days before the repairman shows up. Money is tight and you can’t go to Disney World this year. The credit card is maxed out, just when there’s a big sale at (your favorite store).
When I hear these tales of woe, I’m often tempted to give a big “Well, boo hoo!” But I don’t. I think about the lives people lead, how hard they work for “stuff.” All that stuff doesn’t even make them particularly happy, but it’s a catastrophe when they lose it. I feel a twinge of pity, but I’ll be darned if I let them see it.