It Makes Sense... I told my father yesterday that I prefer love over money; he responded with utter incredulity. It just does not compute to him. But to me, nothing ever made more sense.
I grew up in a loveless household, yet all my financial needs were provided for. I even got the opportunity to study, a privilege not everyone gets. I was miserable, and told myself that I'd take love over money any day. But what does a child know of either love or money?
Two years ago, however, I got the chance to test this theory. I made an impulsive decision to move in with my boyfriend, even though he was unemployed. He remained unemployed for six months, during which I experienced poverty for the first time.
Everyone expected me to crawl back to my dad with my tail between my legs, but I didn't. No amount of money could buy the love that my boyfriend and I share, money is rendered valueless in comparison.
Love enabled me to experience happiness for the first time in as long as I care to remember. Money can't give you the strength to stand up in the morning... Money can't conquer depression... But love can.
I have experienced both sides of the spectrum and can confidently say that I'd take love over money any day.