I must say, I did not grow up unprivileged. My parents always bestowed me with everything I fancied. I remember having two 3-feet high barrels filled with my collection of playthings at the age of four; yet for a child, this was quite considerable. Now, at eighteen, the case is even scarier.
As I grew older, so did my yearning for material things. It has shifted from a juvenile interest in a plastic tea set to a desire for a pair of shoes, a top, with a matching bag at once. Bring me to the mall and I’d turn into a magnet drawing towards anything I find fabulous. I see, I like, and I buy. Unless I can’t afford it, then I see, I like, and I cry. I even get a rare case of insomnia wherein the image of the thing I want to have keeps flashing in my head all night that I get up looking with eyes like a raccoon’s the next day.
I’d tell my dad that he’ll make me the happiest girl in the world if he would get me the latest design of flip-flops and when he does, I’m only the happiest girl in the world until the next collection is released in the market.
I look at my crammed closet that is soon to blow up and I realize that even if I get another bag of cash, I still wouldn’t be able to get everything I wanted because satisfaction doesn’t come from having more money. My consciousness even intensified when I came across a conversation in a magazine article. A reporter once asked John D. Rockfeller, the richest man during his time, “Sir, how much does it take to satisfy a man?” He then replied, “Just a little more than what he already has.” Indeed, Rockfeller’s reply was like a huge rock that hit me in the head. I’ve been an addict all along. The thing that was painting beams on my face was the same thing that was destroying me. This seriously has to stop.
I know I still find myself wanting to buy impulsively and I have to confess that I am still a work in progress; but this time, I recognize my blunders immediately and stop before they turn me into a monster once again. Thanks to friends who wouldn’t mind screaming at me when my fingers itch and crave for another rock that glitters. In time, I shall escape from this bittersweet obsession.
XOXO,
♥Andi Dandi♥
As I grew older, so did my yearning for material things. It has shifted from a juvenile interest in a plastic tea set to a desire for a pair of shoes, a top, with a matching bag at once. Bring me to the mall and I’d turn into a magnet drawing towards anything I find fabulous. I see, I like, and I buy. Unless I can’t afford it, then I see, I like, and I cry. I even get a rare case of insomnia wherein the image of the thing I want to have keeps flashing in my head all night that I get up looking with eyes like a raccoon’s the next day.
I’d tell my dad that he’ll make me the happiest girl in the world if he would get me the latest design of flip-flops and when he does, I’m only the happiest girl in the world until the next collection is released in the market.
I look at my crammed closet that is soon to blow up and I realize that even if I get another bag of cash, I still wouldn’t be able to get everything I wanted because satisfaction doesn’t come from having more money. My consciousness even intensified when I came across a conversation in a magazine article. A reporter once asked John D. Rockfeller, the richest man during his time, “Sir, how much does it take to satisfy a man?” He then replied, “Just a little more than what he already has.” Indeed, Rockfeller’s reply was like a huge rock that hit me in the head. I’ve been an addict all along. The thing that was painting beams on my face was the same thing that was destroying me. This seriously has to stop.
I know I still find myself wanting to buy impulsively and I have to confess that I am still a work in progress; but this time, I recognize my blunders immediately and stop before they turn me into a monster once again. Thanks to friends who wouldn’t mind screaming at me when my fingers itch and crave for another rock that glitters. In time, I shall escape from this bittersweet obsession.
XOXO,
♥Andi Dandi♥
2 comments:
Hi, Andi
Your strength as a writer is your sincerity. Although generations separate us :-), I am drawn to your writing because you share a lot of yourself and, in the process, make me, the reader, reflect, too. Plus you are a rare young writer, someone who doesn't count the words to express herself. All the best in your blogging :-)
Hello Mdm,
Thank you so much. You have taught me a lot and I know wouldn't have improved in writing and blogging if it weren't for your help. God bless!;-)
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