If I was a rich girl...

No, not that annoying Gwen Stefani song, but what used to be my favorite daydream. I envied rich kids, wondered why I wasn't born rich.

Even now, looking at well-to-do people spending their money thoughtlessly makes me wince. There are so many poor people out there who have to save up for what they want, and others who don't even have enough to eat, yet these people just waste their money, throw it down the drain. Change handphones every month.

Then again, I guess if I were born rich, I wouldn't be able to empathize with the poor. I'd be one of those who threw money away. I wouldn't appreciate the sacrifices my parents make.

Most probably, I'd be a b***h. And even more likely, I wouldn't have gotten to know Christ.

When I look at being rich from a different perspective, I realize how blessed I am. I am rich - rich in love! I have all I need. I'm surrounded by people I love.

And, thanks to Christ, I know that money means nothing. For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.

Not that money isn't a useful tool - it's only bad if you let it start to master you.

Anyway, why envy the rich?

Whether you're driving a Kancil or a Jaguar, you'd still be stuck in the same traffic jam. And, driving a Kancil, you're less likely to worry about dents and scratches from other vehicles.