What I have but never enough, money.

   I can understand the feel of being poor. After visiting places like India and China, I have seen many people that aren't that privileged to even have the 3 basic survival items, proper food, water and shelter. Beggars out on the streets, homeless and fragile, their eyes would tell me how difficult things have been in their life. speechless, I could only feel how they felt.

   When I was young, little did my parents had had the money to buy me a toy, it was like," Boy, you could only find something that was below $10". anything more and the answer is no." It was only during my birthday my parents said that to me. I was, of course, upset and made many noises at that time but I did realise that the money could be used for better things, savings for a meal or two, buying the household essentials, or even save for the better. Earning the money was never an easy or straightforward responsibility to handle. How hard my parents were in, I guess it was just tough. Money doesn't come easy, they were feeding me with good, not lucrative, but decent enough to live happily.

   I had a big family who provides the best food every single gathering we have, simple yet always pleasing for the stomach. This is also a reason why I was not able to get out of my house and taste outside food often. Clueless on what the best food for dates, for my friends gathering, for my colleagues, anybody that was not part of my family, I had failed to impress to take the initiative for a place to have decent food when I am planning to go out with them. On the other hand, I have gotten the chance to be with my peers and friends to eat outside. At first, it was kind of hard to me especially when I was still a student without any source of income other than my pocket money ($5 a day), so I had to save more and find part time jobs to survive.

   Now that I had graduated and found a job, I had helped to lessen the burdens my working brother who had to provide when I was still a student. I was able to get myself the basics (clothes, food and money for my parents to spend) Furthermore, I tend to help the less fortunate and less happy people that I could give to make them happy, in a form of gifts or encouraging words, I knew. I guess it just another way of giving, and I always feel happy giving without wanting anything back.

   It was tedious, hard, but I endure like what my parents did. I will continue to work hard and give what I could to live humbly with them.


-Moo-