Pointless

People are often bombarded with a thousand questions, and in response, a thousand more. You never quite know what to believe. If something bad were to happen, you never know if you are at fault or if its fate, as they call it. You don't know if money is the source of happiness or doing something you love is. When you don't really want to earn crazy amount of money but live a considerably comfortable life with all your necessities fulfilled, are you unambitious or are you realistic? Or when you don't have a second option and all you want to do is that one thing you've always dreamed about, are you foolish or are you focused? When life throws problems at you and all you do is rant over it in a rhetoric, is it acceptance of loss and a struggle to overcome it or is it just accepting the loss and obsess over the unfairness of life? 

I happened to have this conversation of sorts with my girlfriend (who's sole aim was to become a journalist once upon a time, but has gradually shifted away from it.) where she said that she wants to earn lots of money and life a life of luxury. While what I said was to get that sort of money, a person has to sacrifice on a lot of things and most precious of all - time.
My aunt and uncle, who are software engineers, have always had (or at least I presume because of their possessions) a modest pay, enough to earn them certain luxuries of life. They manage to get moderate amount of time together and to enjoy those luxuries. Now, my beloved says that she wants to earn a pay that enables her to spent on all that she ever feels (even feels remotely close to) buying and possessing, I'll be more than happy to see her get what she wants. But what also goes on in my mind is how will she ever have time to enjoy those things ? She might buy three "gucci" bags a week, but the point is, when will she ever have the time to use them ? And even if she does use them once or twice in her lifetime and throws it away, she'll never in her life have the satisfaction of wearing it out and having a connection with it. What's materialistic things without any attachment...? Junk. 

I do not know about being a millionaire, maybe they enjoy much more than I think they do. However, I am somehow plagued with the notion that in order to get there, they've underwent much struggle which is impossible to circumvent. Until, of course, it is not hereditary wealth which common folks like me and my beloved lack. It takes years to make that kind of life, and in order to do that sacrifices have to be there in plenty. And when the youth runs out from a person, even if they are rich, they are incapable of having the same intensity that they once had. Missing out on that youth of life has always appeared pointless to me.
I understand that my beloved and I are very different people, and what keeps us going is the love, but it's difficult for me to come to terms with her way of thinking because I've never been driven by lust of money. I am happier that I am surrounded with people who have more or less feel the same as me. That is what I love about literature and it's practitioners, they have an insight to life that others cannot connect to, Or must I boldly say, do not have the ability to connect to. We understand the metaphysical implications of life and let it colour us. The world in which I live in is peaceful. I know it is very sad to only have a one dimensional perspective of things but a man must believe in something and have a stance, else he'll be in an identity crisis. It is my stance to look at it that way, and I am willing to live with the fact that there are people who think differently. But they've always appeared very pointless to me.