Money is not an object, but instead a privilege and occasionally a token of happiness. Growing up, my family didn't have a lot of money, so we were in and out of shelters. Over the years I began to believe that was to be my motivation in life, and so far it is. I strive to be happy in this life but there are so many things bringing me down that it is hard to smile and pretend everything is okay when it isn't. Money is low and times are hard. Should I chase fast money and risk my freedom so my family won't have to struggle? Or just go to college and apply for jobs that probably won't hire a felon with two strikes? It's a hard decision to make and sometimes the only right thing you can do is the wrong thing. Some people are born rich and claim they are happy, but how do you know what happiness is when you haven't experienced depression, stress, and sadness? That is why most of the happiest people in the world were born poor and earned their money the right way. I strive to be like them, but it's funny what fast money does to a person.