In English class for adults, the teacher asked us which we think was more important, love or money. All other students answered it’s money. Only I claimed it’s love! Then, everyone (including the teacher) started explaining how money was more important than love in order to persuade me.
I insisted on my opinion. “We could live without money somehow when we are in love. But imagine you have much money but no love. How miserable such a life would be! I would be happy with my sweet daring even if I am very poor….”
Then, the teacher cut in and cried, “You are young!” For a couple of seconds, I didn’t understand what he meant. Then, I realized he said my opinion sounded silly. “No, no, I’m not young, and whether I’m young or not is utterly unrelated to my opinion,” I said. “No. Love is more important than money? That’s the proof that you are young,” he repeated.
If the thought that love is more important than money means “young,” I would stay young for the rest of my life, I thought.
That happened 20 years ago. Since I am much older now, I understand the teacher’s words better. Money matters. But I still think love is more important than money.
The teacher taught me a lot of things. But what I remember the most is this episode. Sorry, Teacher!
I also remember another English teacher told me not to say “I’m old now” self-deprecatingly. She recommended me to say “I’m matured now” instead. I like her idea.