Happine$$

You have more than $100 in the bank.
You’re driving a Range Rover with a full tank.
If having the most designer shoes was a competitive sport, you’d be the number one rank.

Your closet is the size of an apartment master bedroom.
You spent $65 on a .45 oz. perfume. 
But, when you die, you’re still going to be buried in the same damn tomb. 

Since when did wealth determine success? 
“You’re just getting by” if you don’t have things in excess. 
How could you ever survive without a five hundred dollar necklace
that you bought only to make other people jealous?

If you go down the check list:
You have a house the size of Texas,
a car that you adore so much that you call it Precious,
a shoe collection that is endless,
and a heart so cold you would think it was infected. 

You buy Gucci products for the compliments.
You wear MAC cosmetics because it boosts your confidence. 
You can’t accept anything less than being prominent. 

Wake up, America!
Smell the metal from the loose change. 
Money buys happiness?
It’s funny how something tangible and something abstract is considered a fair exchange. 

As an adult, you will put your dreams on the shelf because your dream career doesn’t make much money.
You've been told it’s not worth being pursued. 
We have insurance for our health, cars, and houses.
But not on our well-being; our memories; our family values. 
My point isn't you have to be poor to be happy.
It's sometimes the things you own can end up owning you without a proper balance.

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