the price of being happy
03/08/2007
Well, I took the bus to Chinatown today, and it was pretty fun. The ride took about 45 minutes, and then it was about a 15 minute walk up Grant to get to the store.
Long bus rides are fun. Long bus rides in foreign countries are even funner.
Along the way, you inevitably think about things, and today I was thinking about the amount of taxes I’ll have to pay when I join the ranks of the gainfully employed, and about the cost of living here. Coming from sunny Lion City, it’s a hefty amount.
I’m not sure the money really goes into what I want it to be spent on. What I do know is that the roads are congested and pot-holey, public transportation is in bad shape, and the public sector is on the slow lane on the country road.
Unfortunately, I also realise that unlike the other citizens here, in one way or another, I chose to come here. It’s like doing business with DBS, right. I should know what I’m getting into. I knew about the taxes, and the shape of the country. If I was unhappy about it, I should’ve stayed home.
I guess this is the cost of being happy. While money can’t buy happiness, you can certainly pay for being happy.
