Yan's Nonfiction Blog

Whenever people say, “Money can’t solve all your problems,” I’ve always disagreed. Bored? Buy a new game to entertain yourself. Sick? Pay for the best medical care in the world. Need to go somewhere? Buy a private airplane and get there real quick. However, as I pondered whether happiness could be purchased, I concluded that money couldn’t buy happiness but could replace it.      First of all, how would I define happiness? Is it being entertained? Perhaps loved? I’m not a philosopher, so I will just say that whenever I smile and feel joy, I am experiencing happiness. Have you ever played a game with an infinite money hack? I imagine that would be how it feels to buy happiness with money. The first few moments would be bliss; you could do whatever you wanted, purchasing everything you couldn’t and conquering levels without effort. But pretty soon, the game you once loved quickly becomes dull, as you no longer have an objective to work towards, and eventually, you delete ...

     Lying is such an interesting concept. On one hand, we are taught lying is bad from a very young age by our parents and fairy tales like Pinocchio and The Boy That Cried Wolf. On the other hand, as we grow up, we realize facts and feelings don’t really go well with each other, so sometimes we have to lie to make others happy. But me…I would never lie, no matter what, and if you think I’m lying…you’d be right.       I’m not a pathological liar. In fact, I believe I probably lie less than the average person, but I guess that depends on what you would consider as lying.       For me, pranking someone by hiding their phone during lunch when they were distracted, then saying it wasn’t you when they begin questioning you as you’ve done the same thing before, doesn’t count as lying…wow this sounds really mean when I typed it out…but he does it to me too so it's ok. Anyways, I don’t think the previously mentioned scenario should be cons...