I have been dreaming of a big car for years now. Three,
maybe four. Each year I would tell myself that if I saved just that much more
this year, I would buy a fancy car next year. Each year I found a reason to
delay gratification.
This year finally my old car has begun giving trouble. I
am compelled to buy a new car. I test drive all the fancy ones I can think of,
analyze financing options, read all reviews I can google. Finally I go ahead
and buy - the most value for money car. The vehicle for the mass market.
Effectively postponing my dream for a few more years. Why is this? Buying a
reasonably expensive car won't put me in penury. It won't make me think twice
before living like I already do - buying the stuff I do or eating at the places
I want or going for the holidays I do. Why then this hesitation to splurge?
I think I define security by the money I have been able
to salt away. Not for me confidence in my abilities to struggle along. Not for
me a belief in tomorrow. I live and die by my excel sheet which tracks, super
methodically, my finances. This is pathetic. Unfortunate, but true. I know of
few people who are as systematic about this thing. Perhaps this is good.
Perhaps my future will be nice and comfortable, or my kids will live well.
Or perhaps they won't care. Perhaps they won't want my
money. Perhaps I will be too old to enjoy anything but sunlight and free
television. Perhaps I will die reasonably young. All this will be for nothing.
A waste.
Can I change my thinking? Or is it too late?