I have relatives far wealthier than me who are far unhappier in their lives. A cousin who died alone, for example, his body far decomposed, his brothers too embarrassed to hold a funeral.
There are a lot of people who screw up their lives. There are a lot of people who don't. Most of us here have sacrificed our choices to work for others, some have travelled for work, some who have worked far too many hours. We did not spend our money on the fanciest house or the fanciest clothes. Some of us spent more on travel than anything else, recognizing that experience trumps possessions.
On our honeymoon we found ourselves utterly broke, unable to pay our bills due to a checkbook error. Bailed out by a friend; we paid in full within 10 months, despite debt any minimum wage-like earnings.
Now, due our own choices as well as our forebearers, we have wealth enough to make sure DS doesn't start his adult life in debt.
Is it pride in the best sense of the word, or arrogance? I think the former. There are few places in our personal lives in which we are allowed to rejoice in our circumstances. We need a place to be proud of ourselves and our lives, without any shame for having actually achieved what we set out to do.
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