The meaning of life?

Last night James and I had a wee chat.

We were talking about work and our lovely little flat,

about going back to college and finances or I suppose lack of,

and to be honest, it all got very depressing very quickly.

It got me thinking today,

what is the meaning of it all?

What is the point?

It is really depressing to say that money is what makes the world go round,

but really, it is.

The idea of learning and living life is considered "crusty"

whereas back in the time of the Renaissance and the Age of Discovery

Knowledge was Power.

Obviously money was important too but most of the brightest minds that we discuss now died penniless or at most comfortable.

Right now, James and I have a broken phone that we use as a radio and three shelves of books as our entertainment. The situation isn't going to improve anytime soon. But do you know what? I don't think we've ever been this happy as a couple before.

I am at the ripe age of 27 earning minimum wage and James is earning just above it.

Money is a huge problem for us but we are still managing.

And still happy.

Of course, if the situation were to arise where either of us could increase our wages I know that we would welcome it with open arms but would it make us any happier? Or just more comfortable?

And does comfort lead not only to lack of worry but a lack of effort?

I don't know.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm willing to investigate if needs be.

But I guess the point of this little rant of mine is

that I'm tired.

I'm tired of worrying about money.

I'm tired of worrying about bank letters.

Feck off and go to the people who owe you millions

not to those who have lingering student loans

or car loans

or mortgages.

Accommodate those who "due to the current financial problems"

are only allowed work a 3 day week,

or are having their hours cut all the time

at no fault of their own.

Why are we carrying the stress that should belong to a few hundred?

A few hundred corrupt bankers and politicians who thought that they were above the law

and knew better than everybody else.

I wish that sometimes,

just sometimes,

a little glimmer of hope would pop under our door

and rather than say

Louise and James

here is another bill

it would say,

Louise and James,

you know things will work out alright in the end.

Why not have a month off

from those worrying and frustrating

money talks.

Heh! Wishful thinking.

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