Why I am happy

I have the usual happy memories of growing up in a middle class family, and one of those is that of my grandmother and grandfather would tell us stories and when mum would wake us up early in the the morning every day, always telling us that early to bed and early to rise would one day make us healthy, wealthy and wise. My father, working in a private sector so obviously not to affluent insisted we have a education and have a hunger for knowledge . Money I saw spoilt relations and broke families, and that was a lesson learnt early on ...we should never let money come in between relations .

I am a grown-up now, and all those little pieces of advice, all those warnings, are now sweet memories and reminiscences of a fantastic childhood, of times nostalgic, of beautiful times sharing a small space with people who loved me unconditionally. I guess I have turned out right , pretty healthy, somewhat wise, though a lot less wealthier.

No we didn’t skimp on our educuation. Me and Bro did just fine .

Despite the ‘invisible hand’, the external and balancing forces and equations that affected wealth. as opposed to the second was ‘meritocracy’, a system that would allow people to thrive and prosper without external interventions that seek larger societal outcomes.

When I think that people with money lose touch I am happy that that I still call up my near and dear ones and speak about things every day, the fone bill be dammed . I think I would probably do ok on grandma’s wisdom index, too.