Hard to Look At....

This is me trying to make rhyming poem.

Come, let's see the fall.
See how the masses think their love is without flaw?
Holding hands everywhere, the park, the restaurants, the mall.
Until one day something cripples their "love" into a crawl.
In the end the lovers part ways and have a bawl.

I see my friend's love come to an end.
Wishing there was blessing I can send.
It's hard to look at....
Alone in the dark he sat.
The was scene was familiar.

An angel hath told me his love, and the end of it.

"Little things used to mean so much to Shelly - I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial." - Eric Draven.

This is me giving up on rhyming. When I rhyme it's cheesy.

It makes me wonder if things would have been different, if I had payed attention to the small things?
Maybe she would have stayed.
Maybe she was right, we had too many different interests.
She loved cloths, I loved battle.
She loved materialism, I loved spiritualism.
Hers was making love and vanity.
Mine was piety and purity.
She saw the finer details of life, I saw the whole picture.
She wanted physical gratification, I wanted spiritual.
In the end, I didn't meet her needs.
I never returned what she wanted to give me.
My fault.

Why the hell am I bringing this up again?

Materialistic? Me?

So the deal is I bought me some new tools to work with. I am quite excited to receive them. This, however, reminds me of a customer I had on Friday evening. He told me about somebody winning the Powerball Lottery, he said he would have loved to have that money. It was something like 200 Million dollars. I thought about what money would mean to me. To me, money is the key to luxury. It makes life easier, but I know it's not a real necessity. It's a given I would use the money to help my family and friends. Then I would donate the majority to trusted charities, medical research programs, and missions. Then whatever was left over I would spend on some of my wants and save the rest.

Now that I look back, I remember all money spend the toys and action figures spent on me when I was young. Then I remember weapons I have bought over the past few years. Now I think, was it all necessary? Some people might say, "If didn't have those things on you, then you just wouldn't be Chih."

Now that really has me thinking... Am I a materialistic person? Do these tools make me who I am? Do people know me by them? I also remember one of my classmates in my Journey to Careers class. We didn't talk much at all, then one day she asks me about my knives. I was shocked she knew something like that about me. She mentioned some guys who talked how great I was with a knife. How I was a good knife fighter and I can do all those fancy tricks. In reality, I know my way around a knife, but I am far from an experienced knife fighter. Hell, I even cut myself recently with one of my blades. And I don't know any tricks with knives. I just know how to fix and rig some blades. One more thing, I didn't even know these guys who bragged about me.

So if you take away all my tools then who would I be?

Who is Chih? Am I a materialistic person?