Money can’t buy happiness, as they say.
There is some truth in the saying: a rich man can be just as miserable, if not more so, than a poor man. Happiness is a choice we make every moment.
Happiness is hiding in the little gifts of life that await us at every turn.
Throwing a thousand dollars in the air won’t make happiness fall into our laps.
That being said, with money, you can buy a birthday cake for a 12-year-old girl who is sad because she can’t invite her friends to her party since she doesn’t have a cake to offer them.
“I’ll buy you your cake, damn it!”
I said to her, in a more appropriate language
Seeing the girl’s face light up with joy as she busily called her friends was a real emanation of joy. And all for 12 bucks.
Money can’t buy happiness, but with $10, you can pay for a 15-year-old’s gym membership so he can work out with his friends.
Money can’t buy happiness, not directly.
But with 22 bucks, you can pay your friend and his family’s electric bill.
Tomorrow there will be light in the hallway when you go over to spend the evening.
Money can’t buy happiness, but for $10 you can get a haircut, buy groceries for the week, a few extra chocolates, and take a taxi home.
Okay, this example is typically Indian because in Quebec, for $10 you get a coffee and a napkin.
Money can’t buy happiness but with a few handfuls of it you can take a plane to the other side of the world in a culture very far from your own and slowly release your own sense of how things should be. You can take your time to redefine yourself day by day because food and shelter are no more an issue for you.
Money can’t buy happiness but it facilitates travelling.
Adventures filled with ‘’what the fuck’’ moments, of impromptu tears of melancholy and strange meetings with wonderful people.
Money can’t buy happiness, but for 10 rupees you can get a chaï tea, sit down and digest all the experiences you’ve been having for the last 6 months while watching the birds flying up above. If that’s not happiness, then I don’t know what is.
