Money Really Doesn't Buy You Happiness

If someone told you the ending of a really good book, would you bother reading it? Probably not, so why would you want to know how your life was going to pan out?

You might have a plan; it’s good to have a plan. No one wants to be wondering around in the dark. But there’s taking it too far. I've come to a point where I realise I'm not going to get everything I have ever wanted. It’s hard to admit that I probably won't have a white convertible Audi R8.

When you're young you think that you're going to be rich and successful, then as you get older (I know I'm not exactly old!) you do come to realise that there are more important things in life. This year I have come to appreciate that.

I admit I have had a privileged upbringing and I am extremely grateful for that. Especially now I live over 100 miles away from home and have to fend for myself (do you know how expensive loo roll is!?) But it really fucks me off when people presume that we just landed in money. My parents work their fucking arses off to provide for me and my family. My dad works every single day of the year, Christmas included. You can judge me all you like, but don't ever presume my parents are lazy because I can promise you they are not. Yeah my inheritance will be generous, but I would rather have my parents live forever than to get even a penny of it.

What I'm trying to say is it’s not what you have in life, materialistic crap that you think you want. It’s the people in your life which make it worth living. I am the happiest I have ever been in my whole life and it is also the first time I've had to watch my spending. I can tell you budgeting is hard for me!

So stop struggling for money and success and embrace the amazing people that surround you. Friends and family should always be more important than fame and fortune.