Louis, a relatively wealthy community, I can attest that money does not equate to happiness. Before moving, my dad had a steady, well-paying job as a project manager. We were living a simpler life in a small 2,000 square foot home and not much excess. A few years ago, though, he became a director of Mercy hospital. With an influx of money following my dad’s promotion, my family decided to move to a bigger home. At first, I’ll admit, we were very happy. But then we realized that with all the empty space, we needed to buy more space-fillers. We’d look to our neighbors and see the new shiny car, and exotic vacations and would grow jealous. Soon, the “more money” became “not enough money”. My parents would spend countless nights arguing over our finances, and it got to the point where divorce was threatened. Prisoners in our huge castle, and secluded in our own quarters, life have gotten very lonely. Both of my parents are no less depressed or anxious than we were before the rise in income; in fact, they’re even more so. Though people will say that money equates to happiness, I can attest that It does no such thing. There is never enough money to make someone happy- everyone always desires just a little bit more. The chase for money in the pursuit of happiness is just a rigorous cycle of greed that only provides a small, fleeting gain. Everyone is trapped, going the extra mile for bigger and better, when in reality, it will never be
Louis, a relatively wealthy community, I can attest that money does not equate to happiness. Before moving, my dad had a steady, well-paying job as a project manager. We were living a simpler life in a small 2,000 square foot home and not much excess. A few years ago, though, he became a director of Mercy hospital. With an influx of money following my dad’s promotion, my family decided to move to a bigger home. At first, I’ll admit, we were very happy. But then we realized that with all the empty space, we needed to buy more space-fillers. We’d look to our neighbors and see the new shiny car, and exotic vacations and would grow jealous. Soon, the “more money” became “not enough money”. My parents would spend countless nights arguing over our finances, and it got to the point where divorce was threatened. Prisoners in our huge castle, and secluded in our own quarters, life have gotten very lonely. Both of my parents are no less depressed or anxious than we were before the rise in income; in fact, they’re even more so. Though people will say that money equates to happiness, I can attest that It does no such thing. There is never enough money to make someone happy- everyone always desires just a little bit more. The chase for money in the pursuit of happiness is just a rigorous cycle of greed that only provides a small, fleeting gain. Everyone is trapped, going the extra mile for bigger and better, when in reality, it will never be