Money Can’t Buy Me Love

My birth cost my parents all of seven dollars, which was cheap, even for 1964. My dad was in the service, and my mom gave birth on base. The #1 song the at the time was “Money Can’t Buy Me Love” by the Beatles. Coincidence?

Throughout my life, I’ve never been interested in pursuing fortune, although with time I’ve come to appreciate the value of money. I’ve lived for adventure, experience, and the pursuit of knowledge. I do appreciate fine things, and will spend as much as I can afford to get the best of something I have a desire for. I just don’t desire thingsย all the time. My parents used to laugh at me and say I had champagne taste on a beer budget, and that I would someday marry a rich priest. Such was the conflict of idealism and materialism in my life. I’d like to think that idealism won, but matured into wisdom.

I’ve never found the Beatles to be highly quotable, or their fun pop songs to be very deep, but I guess I kind of claim this one as my own. Years ago I learned that Paul McCartney, in spite of his vast fame and wealth, chose to own a small home. Apparently he loved his family enough to want to be around them all the time and he found that more likely to happen in a small house. If it’s good enough for Paul, it’s good enough for me.

And even though I value the things in life that money cannot buy, I still enjoy the things it can.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Number One.”ย If you hadย to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose โ€” and why?