Meditating Thoughts

I don’t want the big house I want who’s in it, I don’t need new fancy cars. I just want safety features.

I don’t wanna work to live, but if I’m gonna live then I need to keep working. 

Invest time wisely, I remember grandpa saying.

Why has time allowed everything we need to survive to inflate at a rate much more than what it has required our wages?

To what magnitude will I exist in order to just get out of life what it is my family desires?

To what pain will we put ourselves through, to what degree will we be held back, to whom do we really matter.