I grew up poor…

Did you know that in some countries people lend to each other their very last piece of rice? Did you know they laugh and sing with joy in their huts of mud? And when you ask them why they share and smile when they are obviously the poorest of the poor they’ll look at you with confusion as if to ask you, “We’re poor?”

Isn’t that wonderful? That they’re not poor in their mind, and thus not?

For you see, they have nobody constantly telling them what they lack. Alas, For those who see all the luxuries of world, who grow in the land of commercials, billboards, and magazines. The land where everything around they tells them how much they lack.

I grew up poor, but only because everyone else had money.

Is it a misfortune? or should we say it ignorance because ‘Ignorance is a blessing’?
Whatever it is!!!
I can’t tell whether this is the better way or not. I can’t tell whether this is happiness born of a high plane, or one born from ignorance. But I will tell you this, those people that laugh and smile with mud covered faces while their bellies grumble with hunger – they are richer than everyone else. And richest are those who know everything and have nothing still feel happiness.


~ by UTS on March 30, 2011.

2 Responses to “I grew up poor…”

  1. nice
    can you email me this post

  2. A marvelous piece.
    A person eating dry bread gets sound sleep that is not available even with sleeping pills to a person having a luxurious bed.
    So, who is poor ?

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