The person who said money can’t buy happiness has never lived below the poverty line. They’ve never worried about where their next meal is coming from or how they’re going to pay their rent or the bliss of collection agencies no longer eating up the minutes on their phone.
For me, happiness is my bills being paid on time, a fridge full of food, saving a bit of money each month, going out with friends and not having to rely on them to buy my hot chocolate, not borrowing money from anyone and not being afraid to answer the phone from a service provider.
Rather than figuring out how to produce nutritious meals with the random donations from the food bank, I now have multiple dinner options based on my food preferences. Instead of searching every nook and cranny of the house for spare change, I now buy a monthly bus pass for my daughter. No more struggling to pay the rent now that I have a roommate.
I’m living on less money than many people I know, yet I’m happy with what I’ve got. Gone is the shame of not being able to provide for my family. Money can buy happiness. I can finally put my money towards enjoying rather than just surviving life.