I’ve heard that line too many times "It’s better to cry in a Lamborghini than laugh in a Beetle.” And every time, I shake my head. Because honestly, what’s the point of having luxury if you’re miserable inside it? You see, peace has no price tag.
Joy can’t be bought. And no matter how soft the leather seats are, they can’t hold you the way genuine love does. We live in a world that glorifies 'having over being.'
People say, “At least he’s rich,” even when they’re constantly crying, doubting, or begging for attention. But let’s tell the truth money doesn’t heal neglect.
It doesn’t fix disrespect.
It doesn’t fill the emotional emptiness that comes from being unseen or unloved.
I’d rather laugh in a small car with peace, than cry in a mansion with pain. Because joy isn’t about what you drive, it’s about who’s beside you while you drive.
Love isn’t luxury. It’s safety. And peace of mind? That’s real wealth.
So no, I don’t believe it’s better to cry in a Lamborghini.
I believe it’s better to choose peace over packaging,
and happiness over hype.