Rich Dad Poor Dad

I grew up from a poor family. I grew up in the farm and all I know is that people plant vegetables, sell it into the market and then you have money. If the price is not good then perhaps it's not your lucky day.


That's the life I came to know. But early on I dreamt of having a good house, a nice car so that we won't have to hitch every time we need a ride, a nice bed and lots and lots of food on the table. I secretly envy my classmates before because their houses were built near our school, unlike me who have to hike for one hour just to get to school, and their houses are also beautiful. 

Every Sunday when we go to town to buy our groceries, they would invite us for lunch. I remember feeling so small and dirty because our feet are usually either muddy or dusty and I feel pity for myself and my parents.


Paradigm Shift

When I was younger, I somehow learned that becoming rich is not a good idea. The idea that money is evil or that rich people are evil because they are usually corrupted by money made me to have second thoughts about dreaming to become financially free one day.

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So I just content myself in daydreaming about the good things in life that other people have and to envy my classmates for having their needs and even their wants being provided by their parents.


After graduation, my plan is to get a good job, have a family and help my siblings. But I was blessed because I came to know about Robert Kiyosaki and his book Rich Dad Poor Dad. My original plan was revised. 

Instead of just getting a good job to support my family, I added 'get a good job and slowly build my portfolio'. (^_^)