Poverty (Photo credit: Teo’s photo)

They say money can’t buy you happiness. The cynic in me wonders how much money was made putting that platitude on posters and buttons during the seventies. It seems the loudest advocates for finding contentment without money are people who have it. We are told, over and again, just how miserable the wealthy really are. How their lives are full of worry and doubt. We make ourselves feel better by reflecting on how they must always wonder about the sincerity of those around them. We find joy in the notion that the best things in life are the intangibles that cannot be purchased, or at least so we have been led to believe. Continue reading →