Dear Money,
You and I seem to have a love-hate relationship. I wish I had more of you at times; other times I wish the world didn’t revolve around you, and that I could escape your grasp. Why must you be so elusive yet so necessary? Why most so many of us struggle to earn you while watching you slip carelessly through our fingers? Why can’t you be more like a dear friend? I wish that one day I didn’t worry about you as much as I do now. I want our relationship to be a more relaxed one — one in which I’m not pining after you or wanting for the basic necessities of life.
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