Text / Orland United States "World Journal"
One of the most redbooks in Taiwan before was probably "not worth the money." When you look at the name of the book, most people think that it is a book of humor or anti-sex. In fact, it is a religious book for the reconstruction of the soul. The purpose of the author's writing is obviously to be alert to the world: people live between the earth and money is not The only thing worth pursuing.
“The poor are left with only money”. Strictly speaking, it is also a portrayal of a certain period of time.
All along, in the knowledge of friends and relatives, I am a person who is "very afraid of spending money." Little do I know my "petty, thrifty", it comes from.
When I was a child, I had witnessed someone slamming my fence door early in the morning, pointing to his father's nose and screaming for him to “repay the money.” He had also seen his mother repeatedly snoring for “turnaround” in order to raise our tuition fees. The unbearable images of the parents “poorly borrowing money from people and embarrassingly being detained by people” seem to be both sad and helpless in the eyes of my eldest daughter.
In order to "rescue" the dilemma in my home, I became very afraid of spending money. In my young heart, I thought simply: As long as I spend less, my parents can use less debt. The mentality of “no money, no dignity,” and “afraid of having no money” grew deeper into my heart as I grew older. Even if my family’s situation improved afterwards, it never changed.
Maybe it is "Easy to change, nature is difficult to shift". After marrying as a woman, I still don't change the "virtue" of the "fear of spending money." The proposal not to send me a gift or to go on holiday is also often rejected by me in the name of “wasted”.
My "pretentiousness" continued until I had such a conversation with my son.
On my 40th birthday that year, my 10-year-old son "wonderful idea" wanted to buy a "grand gift" to send to my mom. She was informed in advance of me and she immediately learned to him the righteousness and told him that "money cannot be spent indiscriminately." He only needs to draw a card sheet to express his mind. As for the gift, "I will wait until you grow up to make money."
"I will never send my mother a gift after I grow up to make money!" The son said bluntly, I suddenly asked him why? He took it for granted: "I will send my mother money because my mother loves money!" In an instant, I felt mixed up and shed tears. In my son's eyes, my mother's grace was equal to love. At the time, my feelings were only described by one sentence, that is, I felt that I was "poor enough to keep only money."
My son's words were so eloquent that I was alert to myself valuing money, dignity, and happiness. I had spent the rest of my life pursuing the result of material enrichment, and instead of letting my spiritual spirit fall into poverty without knowing it. In order to save tangible and limited money, ignore the quality of life, and let the family discount, my wishful thinking is also too "not good."
Fortunately, I have a cliff, it is not too late!