All the dead presidents couldn't put life back together again

My general sentiment is that I hate money. I mean, I really hate it. I hate how people love it, how they sell their souls for it. I hate how much you need it to live and how the more you have the more power you have, even if you're an idiot. I guess in my own life, I hate how much stress one lives under when one hasn't enough.

What breaks my heart the most, however, would be just how relieved I am to get some extra. I am sad that I have made some decisions over the last few months based solely on the money involved. I have stifled the flame of discontentment with a bit of cash.

It makes me feel pathetic and shallow.

But the truth is a weight is lifted. There is some room to breathe. Room to decide.

Time has been bought.

Like any sound investment, the trick is using that time wisely so as not to waste the power of the chance to make the choices that will continue that roomy feeling that I have when I awake in the morning. How do I keep finding the time without constantly dipping into the piggy bank? The truth is the answer lies no where near the money that was spent to get the ball rolling in the direction of happiness. And the trick is not forgetting that.