Snapshot

by Kay Cove

I exhale in exasperation. “Dex, listen to me. Eventually, you won’t just be grappling with decisions you’re currently making. You’ll be wrestling with ghosts. Suffocating from decisions that were clearly mistakes in hindsight. It never gets easier. The load never gets lighter. Wealth will always be a malignant tumor, feeding off your soul. Greed grows, want grows, all while you starve what you actually need.”

“You can be rich and sad. I don’t think money fixes everything. In fact, if I learned anything from my dad, it breaks far more than it fixes.”