There are many reasons why this song resonates so deeply with me.
- Ive always been an Ed Sheeran & recent Khalid fan
- I love alternative/relaxed/chill vibe music
- Lately I’ve grown sick of the fancy labels, the money, the popularity – the whole lifestyle
I would definitely say the phrase “money can’t buy happiness” is evidently true. Sure, some will say that only people who have the money would say that. I get it. The people with money don’t appreciate the fact that they have it. It’s true.
Yet, I’ve seen what money can do to people. Once you’re in the race, it’s a constant struggle to get to first place. Sometimes people become so desperate, they’ll swerve and cheat just to stay in the game. It’s not easy maintaining that lifestyle. Once you’re in, you’re either all in, or out.
Sure, I like nice things. I shop at designer stores when I can, if it’s something we can afford, I’ll get it. Nothing is going to my grave besides me and my sins or hopefully rather good deeds, so what am I going to horde money for? As long as my kid is set for life, I’m happy. But do I feel the need to buy something just to be able to say I have it? Do I constantly yearn for more because that girl put up an instagram post of her husband buying her a new Chanel push present?
No. No thank you.
I also know when to save, I comprehend the value of things and also understand that what they are, are just things. Materialistic things.
I refrain from being selfish, donating when I can and sharing with the less fortunate.
The problem with the way of life of these “beautiful people”?
It’s too fast paced. It’s a race because there’s no holding back. There’s no loyalty. One day you’re at the top of the food chain, in the blink of an eye you’re old news and you’ve been dropped like a melted popsicle on a hot summer day.
You get a Ferrari, the next guy gets a Lambo, you get Gucci, the next girl gets Louis Vuitton, you throw the biggest Christmas party of the year, the next guy’s New Years one is even better. There’s no endgame. There’s no limit.
For some people, they devote themselves to this struggle. They crave the recognition. They do it for the “gram.” They do it for the fame. They do it because if they don’t, they’re done.
They give all they can to create an image that gains everyone’s approval, but along the way, they forget whether they would even approve of it themselves. But then? Then, it’s too late.
I’ve witnessed generous individuals become greedy, innocent souls become vindictive, humble people blowing off waves of arrogance. It’s not worth it.
My husband and I just started rewatching the show Entourage.
It illustrates the exact beautiful people that the Ed Sheeran song refers to. Some people admire them, some people are envious of them, some people dream to fill their shoes.
My husband looked at me while watching last nights episode (season 2 and they’re trying to get Vince the Aquaman movie), and he said “God that must be so stressful.” Always trying to be ahead of the game, so exhausted from turning your back because you never know who’s ready to stab it next. I looked back at him and in my head I thought, this man. I’m so grateful that when it comes to these things, our visions are aligned. Sure it’s fun to watch other people living like this, but would we want that? No.
Maybe if tomorrow we suddenly won the lottery and were granted with a billion dollars, we’d sing a different tune. But I’d like to think that I’d actively push and push to not let it change me. Being wholesome, being pretty, it’s who you are on the inside. Being a part of the beautiful people on the outside? The flawless tans, the straight white teeth, the flat stomachs and the latest brands? That comes with a price. Some people are willing to pay it, I’m not.
I’ll gladly stay ugly if it means being my self. As long as my husband and kid think I’m beautiful, that’s all that matters to me.