my dad, my uncles, and i were taking the tent down from the bon last night. as we were, i was near my oum. i asked him how he slept. he said he slept okay and that sometimes when he wakes up he can’t go back to sleep. we get to talking and he goes on to tell me that money doesn’t buy happiness. he said he was happiest when he had ‘just enough.’ that stuck with me. i thought about it all day. even though i want to be rich, when i get rich will i ever be as content as i was when i was in my adolescence or in college making minimum wage? shit, am i as happy now as i was then? it’s a good question to sit on, because i couldn’t tell you.
oum is teaching me through his experience that gratitude with just enough is worth more than abundance without appreciation.
-ratha, 3:32pm, 6.25.23