Growing Old Ain’t Exactly a Bad Thing.
So my faux leather work bag is starting to come apart, with the zip semi-functioning and bits starting to come off the skin. For the first time in my life, I’m considering spending more than a hundred bucks on a new bag, possibly something in its hundreds. Maybe branded.
No, it’s not because I’m starting to become brand-conscious. It’s just that once you cross a certain age, you start to recognize the importance of good products. Products that last and save you from having to think (too much). A typical faux leather work bag, it seems, lasts about a year before it begins to show signs of breaking down. At which point you need to start worrying about when it’s going to fail you and when you need to get a replacement (soon) before it finally breaks beyond repair one fateful day, probably the day when it’s raining dogs and cats on you and you can’t zip your bloody bag shut.
Now, suppose I spend 300 dollars for a good leather bag that lasts 3 years; I won’t have made any loss as compared to having bought three 100 dollar bags instead. Further more, I save time from having to shop for a replacement every time one breaks down. And to get a bag at 300 dollars that lasts for 3 years essentially means 100 bucks to a year, or about $0.30 a day. Not that crazy, is it?
This reminds me of my decision, years ago, to finally go for a Macbook. By then, I had gone through about a decade of struggle with Windows, all for the misguided principle of going for cheaper products whenever the option was there. But I was seriously sick of all those software incompatibility issues, viruses, frequent breakdowns and having to pay for multi-language input options. Not to mention having to download all kinds of addons to have access to the Unix shell and other open source goodies. So I doled out the extra cash, bought myself a Mac and—obviously—never looked back.
The thing about being raised in an environment where most decisions are made based on money is that you often don’t realize how irrational those decisions are, not until you finally grow up and are able to make reasonable logical decisions independent of your ingrained habits. And these are the times when you actually feel: hey, growing old ain’t exactly a bad thing after all.