I think you awakened our reflective side with your words. At home, my parents had not made it to college and worked like slaves to give us what we needed. I don't remember my parents waking up late or wasting money. At home, as we grew older, clothes were passed from sibling to sibling and shoes were worn until they broke. I remember my parents always telling us: "Study, that's the only inheritance we can leave you". So I dedicated myself to study and graduated. I was the first person to graduate in my family (I became a reference for my cousins and my brothers) and when I had the opportunity, I traveled with my parents and started to buy them what they never had. Even though my dad would tell me not to spend money on nonsense, I would watch his eyes sparkle with a new pair of shoes, a leather jacket or new tires for his car and that made me very happy. When my dad retired, he said he wanted to buy a house in the country to just raise chickens and water the bushes and rest next to my mother. I gave him half the money to buy it. After he bought it, a year later, my father got sick and then he died. He didn't have time to do the things he wanted to do.
So, I don't get mad anymore if I don't wake up to the alarm clock or if I'm late for work because I overslept. Surely, because of the economic situation of the country, I no longer eat everything I like or do, like traveling, everything I am passionate about doing, but I always try to be where I want to be and make the pan solo that I put in my mouth delight me as if it were a delicacy. Since the death of my dad I have discovered the pleasure of doing nothing and see the true value of the little things.
I think I've gone too far. hahahahahah. Hugs to you. Greetings, my friend