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 miracle.

Forty million chances, and you made it.

So what do you do with that miracle?

You trade your life for money.

Then spend it buying things

that cost more of your life.

You don’t pay with dollars.

You pay with hours you’ll never get back.

Needs are fine.

But if they never end,

you’ll spend your whole life filling holes.

Love takes time.

Friendship takes time.

There’s no shortcut.

No receipt for affection.

Modern life forgot that.

People live side by side

and never look up from their phones.

Alone in a crowd.

Parents say, “I don’t want my child to lack anything.”

Then they’re never there.

The child has everything — except them.

That’s not wealth.

That’s poverty of the soul.

We chase “more.”

Bigger houses. Safer everything.

But every “more” costs peace.

If we keep living like this,

we’ll destroy what’s left of the planet.

We already are.

Work matters.

But life isn’t just work.

You need time for what moves you.

For the small madness that makes you feel alive.

Freedom isn’t money.

Freedom is time well spent.

To succeed doesn’t mean never falling.

It means rising again.

Every time.

We’ve advanced in technology,

but not in values.

A gorilla with a machine gun —

that’s humanity right now.

We know what we’re doing.

We just don’t stop.

Still, there’s hope in the young.

Those who see life as miracle,

not property.

Life feels.

Plants feel.

Animals feel.

That’s what separates the living from the dead.

So feel everything.

The cold, the hunger, the music, the touch.

The laughter, the heartbreak.

That’s being alive.

I can’t understand those who give it up.

Even when it hurts, life is sacred.

When death comes for me,

I hope I can say —

“Please, one more round.”

We all need to believe in something.

Not because it’s real,

but because meaning keeps us human.

Whether you believe in God,

in love,

or just in being here —

that’s enough.

Because life —

for all its pain,

all its chaos —

is still beautiful.