If money grew on trees, a lot of my problems would be solved. I wouldn't be living at home every summer. I wouldn't care about having yet another unpaid internship. I wouldn't celebrate each day my school refund check or semester's income came in the mail so that I would finally get some money. If money grew on trees, maybe my life wouldn't be such a "joke," as I like to call it sometimes. I wouldn't make bets to myself about how many "Your Balance Has Fallen Below $25" emails I can get in a week. I wouldn't have to frantically check my bank account when I'm in line to check out at the store because I don't know if I'm going to be able to afford what's in my shopping cart. I would go out. All. The. Time. I would invite people to my house constantly and not care about the mess because my highly-paid maid would come and clean it up the next morning.
If money grew on trees, the problems it would create would probably outweigh the problems it would solve. The truth is, money doesn't grow on trees. Yes, I know money is made from paper, which comes from trees, idiot. But if it really did, I would take everything for granted. I wouldn't care about my scholarships, and I would slack in school. Honestly, I would probably just drop out. I wouldn't be able to get the job of my dreams in the future. I would also have too much of a social life. Too much? Yeah, I do think it's possible. If money grew on trees, college students would be running rampant around campuses across the world. I sort of envision it like Cady Heron envisions the "girl world" in high school where people walk on all fours and turn into vicious animals.
If money grew on trees, my life would be a disaster. I don't know if yours would necessarily, but think about it. Greed overshadows so many other great emotions we can experience. College life is about overcoming the turmoil and craziness to somehow receive your diploma at the end of it all. I still have one year left, and I'm amazed I've made it this far. If I had money on hand all the time, I know my life would be kind of cool, but it could definitely be better. Material things don't equal happiness in my eyes. Think about it next time you start complaining or have a mental breakdown. Our lives could be worse, folks. Keep looking toward the light at the end of the tunnel where we can finally make money doing things we worked so hard for. Or if you're really smart, create a new plant species and grow some money with it.
