The real poverty
There’s too much unhappiness in the world. Not just the kind that lives in the streets, but the kind that lives in the soul. We think we’re important. But in the scale of the universe, we’re not even a whisper. Ants have been here longer. They’ll probably outlive us too. Humans are vain little creatures. We build pyramids and skyscrapers trying to prove we mattered. But it’s just fear of being forgotten. We want to believe life has meaning. That there’s something after. Because “nothing” feels unbearable. To live among others means tolerance. You don’t need to agree. Just respect. Without that, nothing works. Hate feels powerful. Love feels fragile. But love builds. Hate burns everything — including you. Life only moves forward. Nature made sure of that. Eyes in the front. No eyes in the back. What’s behind is lesson, not prison. Some debts aren’t meant to be collected. You just carry the wisdom and keep walking. Being born was already a mirac...
