Can Buy Me Love
I'VE BEEN MUSING on this.
Everybody tells me so
Can't buy me lo-ove
No, no, no, no
Everyone agrees on this.
All my life, I've believed it with all my heart. Every world-weary cynic and hard-nosed skeptic who insisted “everything has a price” has earned my narrow-eyed and curled-lip derision.
But lately I’ve learnt to look at things in a new way.
I used to slump my body while reading a book, seated. I used to read holding my book with elbows propped on the top of my knees, because I couldn’t keep the book in midair for more than a minute.
Lately I’ve found I can sit upright with my back comfortably aligned to the chair and read a book cradled in both hands on or just above my lap. I can read sitting up, striking a relaxed and graceful posture for an hour or more.
The upside to growing older ~_~
I’ve come to look at things in a different way.
Money can buy love. It’s true.
Say, a working woman in her forties. Feeling anxious about the future. Getting sick of the daily grind of working. And of dating.
She meets a multi-millionaire. In the deep side of sixty. Toad-ugly. Thoroughly boring.
He wants to marry her. She agrees.
People automatically, knowingly understand she’s doing it for ‘security and comfort’.
In truth, she’s looking forward to feeling secure in the knowledge that she will not need to work anymore. She feels relieved at the prospect of not only living her autumn years in comfort. But that however boring his companionship, there will be peace of mind.
She’s gonna feel like she 'fought the fight' and 'ran the race'. And finished a winner.
Well, people aren’t so wrong when they politely (or cattily) say she married for ‘security': that artful euphemism for money.
I don’t think she is wrong either when she tells people she really loves him. She’ll be loving to him. I've no doubt she'll tend with tender loving care, his many emotional and endless physical needs. She'll warm his heart, if not his bed, in his winter years.
Everyone agrees on this.
All my life, I've believed it with all my heart. Every world-weary cynic and hard-nosed skeptic who insisted “everything has a price” has earned my narrow-eyed and curled-lip derision.
But lately I’ve learnt to look at things in a new way.
I used to slump my body while reading a book, seated. I used to read holding my book with elbows propped on the top of my knees, because I couldn’t keep the book in midair for more than a minute.
Lately I’ve found I can sit upright with my back comfortably aligned to the chair and read a book cradled in both hands on or just above my lap. I can read sitting up, striking a relaxed and graceful posture for an hour or more.
The upside to growing older ~_~
I’ve come to look at things in a different way.
Money can buy love. It’s true.
Say, a working woman in her forties. Feeling anxious about the future. Getting sick of the daily grind of working. And of dating.
She meets a multi-millionaire. In the deep side of sixty. Toad-ugly. Thoroughly boring.
He wants to marry her. She agrees.
People automatically, knowingly understand she’s doing it for ‘security and comfort’.
In truth, she’s looking forward to feeling secure in the knowledge that she will not need to work anymore. She feels relieved at the prospect of not only living her autumn years in comfort. But that however boring his companionship, there will be peace of mind.
She’s gonna feel like she 'fought the fight' and 'ran the race'. And finished a winner.
Well, people aren’t so wrong when they politely (or cattily) say she married for ‘security': that artful euphemism for money.
I don’t think she is wrong either when she tells people she really loves him. She’ll be loving to him. I've no doubt she'll tend with tender loving care, his many emotional and endless physical needs. She'll warm his heart, if not his bed, in his winter years.
Because she felt saved from a future of endless grinds and uncertainty.
Because people have a way of transferring their love from the savior's money to the money-bringer himself.
Because people have a way of loving what they need.
Money can buy love.
Because people have a way of transferring their love from the savior's money to the money-bringer himself.
Because people have a way of loving what they need.
Money can buy love.
posted by percolator | 3:48 PM
3 Comments:
It all depends on one's perception, money can buy love yes and no.It can buy love but maybe not true love.True love is a test of time for a partnership to flourish even in hard times not wanting to give up. As for me money can't buy me love.
Money CAN buy love or rather, the possibilities to love. And there's nothing wrong with that.
thquah,
I agreee about it being the test of time. Ironically the test of time often makes it appearance in old age when we are most frail, iand in Need. And sadly, so often divorces show us just how much many cannot finish the race. The stayer is the one who lasts the distance, no matter when he/she jumped in.
ah pink,
Yep, it's all about possibilities. Opening doors, sowing fertile ground for seed to sprout.
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