I mean anyone can do it, you can get a coffee for $2.50. So no matter how rich or poor you are, anyone can sit down at a cafe, grab a coffee or tea- whatever floats your boat- and read a newspaper... and you know what, no one would ever know the difference. To me that is freedom.
Last weekend i went out with two of my best friends, with 15 dollars to my name, half a tank of petrol- courtesy of mum, and nowhere in particular to go. I got in the car, drove the 45 minutes to pick up my friends, and then drove another 20 minutes to go pay 6 dollars for ice cream. We laughed the entire time, and sat in the car for an hour just talking. It didn't cost anything to be in their company, and i knew that i wouldn't have minded whether we had gone out for a reason or not.
So when we had sat there long enough, keys back in the ignition and we were on our way. We went to a popular hot spot for teens to have sex- just so we could high beam them, for our own entertainment of course. There were hardly any cars because we were too early, but i still managed to get my friend locked out of the car and make him feel a little prostituitish- which was very funny on my end.
My point is- this night, was possibly a summation of some of the best free things in life. Talking, friendship and fun times. Its these things that come to those who can appreciate that money doesn't mean everything. After all, most things in life we do for money. Its these rare things that we do for love.
So where does my whole argument about coffee some into this you may ask? Coffee, although it costs money, is for me an act of love. I do it because i love drinking coffee. I love the way it makes me feel. The normalcy i feel, the act of sharing it with friends. Its a way to bring people together. Its a way to bring back a sense of community. To me, that is one of the best free things of all.
Things we do for money, although may make one, for a moment, blissfully happy; do not have the power to unlock true happiness. I make a considerable amount of money for my age, at one point i was working three jobs. I would blow my whole pay from one job in one night, because i could. But it didn't make me as happy as things that come at a lesser cost, or for free.
If it were a debate between love and money- i would think we would do things more because we loved to, not because we got money for them. I mean, i spend lots, but that's because money doesn't mean as much to me as it does to some. I think that its a commodity rather than a necessity.
What I'm trying to say really is that it's the simpler things in life that are really worth living for, don't you think?...
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