Aspirations

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I am content here in the shelter, but that certainly doesn't mean that I want to live here forever. My earnings are meager, but I am frugal with the small amount of money I do have. It amazes me that some people here actually get a check, be it social security, disability or employment, and seem to have no desire to save up for a home of their own. They stumble in drunk or high nightly and seem to have no goals whatsoever of bettering their situation. I wonder if maybe the possession of money keeps them content with their spot in life. Perhaps the evils of the world were too much and they are fearful of going back out there only to lose at life again. I have dreams, aspirations for a home of our own, just for me and my love, but I don't have big expectations. I don't want to be rich, because that title comes with strings and pain and demons that I have battled long enough. It comes with temptation to return to addiction, and it comes with fake friendships that lead to heartache. One of the things I have learned here is that the simple life is the better life. For that I am thankful.