It’s knows to most that the larger part of the United States’ demographic lives below a certain income level. And that level represents most of what pays for shelter and food. Anything extra pays for what small luxuries they can afford, whether it is the semblance of some well-todo behavior with trips to a nice restaurant once a year or a family struggle to get to Disneyland to experience the fun-filled day of commercialism.
When I was young, and I wasn’t young for long, mom was resolved and committed to raising me by herself. I spend a lot of time reflecting on that. Albeit she had to work all the time and I was often alone, left to entertain myself and develop who I would become in private. It has been a lonely road. My mistakes have become my own and not the results of my experiences of formative years.
But things that stand out when I regard parenting are that humans have some change in reality when children are born. They start to perceive things in regards of how the decisions they make will affect the outcome of the distant future of their children. When I was young mom would save and scrimp to accommodate a trip for the two of us to California to visit Disneyland. It was expensive for us. For others of greater financial liquidity, this trip was a normal day. We would go and have a great time. What I learn in retrospect is that mom gave everything to see me smile.
We would go out sometimes for a meal at a restaurant. We wouldn’t do too much else. I learned at a young age that I could ride a bike around the block and try to beat the arrival of the school bus. I also learned that I didn’t like the school bus. And thus began my transition to finding myself in a world that was defined by how much privilege you could maintain.
I never really amounted to much because I liked to ride bikes so much. I liked working on bikes. And wherever I went I returned to that baseline. My short stint as a financial professional left me disillusioned and disenfranchised from the big money makers. So I learned to take my meager existence and enjoy what luxuries I can. In the mornings of bright, warm days I enjoy the solitude of the morning coffee and think about riding bikes. I maintain my health in my luxuries.
I ride bikes. I swim. I run. I hike. I don’t go to health clubs because the expense of that social atmosphere doesn’t fit into my budget. I don’t eat out a lot for the same reason. I take trips to places where I can ride bikes and do other fun activities. The fun involves exercise which I enjoy. I kill 2 birds this way. And I enjoy a life that few people do. These are my privileges. I take them. I don’t do anything else. I work and I play. I know this can’t last forever but for now it works. It’s all I have. And as such, being a person without means, I walk the knife’s edge. If something goes wrong, I get injured or I lose my job, or something sets me back financially, it’s over.
These are not the lessons that my mother would have wanted me to learn. But I am here with no real means of changing my state so I enjoy the moments that are given me as I walk the knife’s edge. How we enjoy life is up to us. How we navigate the wilderness that is before us is reflected by this.