I'd Rather Be Inspired Than Rich

I may always be scraping pennies together, paycheck to paycheck. Working long hours at obscure times just to make ends meet. Overworked, underpaid, but I’m fucking happy. I know the value of the dollar, of a long work day, of sore legs and tired eyes. I know how to cherish extravagant things, because I only have few. My monetary value may not be high but it keeps me humble. It reminds me that experience is always more valuable than things. Because of this, chasing my dreams will never involve chasing money. Some of hardest lessons of sacrifice and maturity were learned inside of the walls of my minimum wage jobs. I have loved all my jobs for different reasons, and hated them all for separate flaws. Until my 19th year, I had never owned a car. I have strong legs from walking and skating; I was forced to swallow my pride, and ask for rides. I lived with my grandparents, who are elegantly frugal. My grandparents are my best friends; I have learned from them to be strong, creative and accept all things with gratitude. I have been raised not to drool over money, but to make it and mostly, love hard while doing it. I will continue to learn, read, and write for the rest of my life, because that is what I love. I will live and work for inspiration. Not money.