I sit in my high throne and look down. I did not come from gold and money but I ended up here. How divided are we? How broken and enclosed... We build walls and gates and secure them by killing force. We let the ones behind the curtains work us as puppets. We think we are better than those who struggle.
Our marble walls and porcelain dishes, our exotic tigers playing in the yards. Our pools and our servants, our neighbors that are our competition. With no real friends, isolated from the rest. And not because it keeps us safe but because the gate separates us from the have-nots. As if poverty was contagious. As if it was a choice. Most times it is not... As if it was as bad as raping, killing and plundering.
I look out of my castle walls. They do not accept me, not anymore. I have the power, the money, the fame, I live in my ivory tower but I spend time outside, in the Wild West. If only they knew that life out there is tenfolds more beautiful and pure. On some occasions not but more often than not yes. The neighborhood here might be safe but out there nobody asks you your trading margin, the money you earn, the mortgage that you have to pay. Out there people offer to help if you are down. Not always but much more genuinely than here.
The ones who have nothing to give will give more than those who have plenty. It is the nature of this place. The never-ending race. The reason is simple, we are not the richest, we are not the most powerful. If we lost our income our house would be gone tomorrow. We fight to get on top but we live like we are already there. The wealthiest of them all do not live here. We are the stuck ones, between poverty and unimaginable riches.
How much is your house worth today? How little value will it hold tomorrow? Why do you need the five cars when there are only two drivers? How long will you be able to keep up with your lifestyle if the money stops rolling in? I have no tigers in my yard, no gold plated silverware. No cook, just a person that helps me keep up the garden. Not of flowers but of food that is healthy and pure. I do not give my money away carelessly, I create jobs, I offer opportunities.
I do not buy a bigger house in a more expensive neighborhood because I have no need for it. When it all comes down because it will. This spot of land and high walls will be suddenly deserted. The ''almost millionaires'' have mortgages that eat most of their income, they do not have anything that comes from anywhere else. It is all about stature, the second you can you buy.
Worry every day and act entitled either way. Spit on the unfortunate because you are not them. One day, though, when you may or may not be, in fact, a penniless soul, do not count on your friends to save you. The second you lose it all is the second you become ''them''. Those behind the wall, those stupid, undeserving, lazy people. Your friends will be gone as your fortune dissipates. On the other side, nobody will care because you have no one.
How did it all start? Why are we so ignorant? Just looking at others like they are scum? Why? Why we can't fu$%ing just get it through our thick skulls? There are no haves and have-nots when we are all dead.
The ones guarding the tall wall and steel gates are the ones from the other side of the riches. They have guns and they have resources and if they would come, the wall would not stop them. So, is it true that we are afraid of the robbers? Or do we just want to be in our selfish shell, away from the poor? We can not face them, we do not want to see and fix the ugliness that exists in the world. Not even if we can.
Thank you for the read!
Have an amazing day, week and life, today, tomorrow and forever!
Best wishes,
Linda
As a child I faced times of property, times where I wasn't covered the basics. I felt the same of being poor and I learned from it. I agree that sometimes the ones that have less give more, they understand. Not that I'm rich now, there is struggle still but I learned from it to appreciate what I have now. :)
I think that is the best thing that I got from coming from a low middle class family. I remember, once we went without electricity and hot water for almost a month. My mom always cooked from the cheapest she could get. It gave me a perspective. It shaped who I am. That and many other things. I just hate poverty. I do not hate ''the rich'' and I do not see them as a certain group of bed people but I have most certainly met some very careless and snob-ish people that I think should see a thing or two in the world.
It is quite disturbing to see how some judge others solely based on what they have instead of what they are! Great writing!
Thank you!
Yeah. We are all not the same, it is true. And I went into a much darker place than humans mostly are in. But there still happen things like this. People get judged not by their character but what they have in their wallet sometimes.
It's interesting how people will treat one another based on their class. I always appreciate a truly good person, despite their socioeconomic status. It was cool hearing you talk on your post on Whaleshares Discord!
Yeah but it is not all people. There are some ''gems'' out there who think they are better. I have a memory of an older lady when I was a kid. She was just very ignorant and mean. That is the bigger problem in my eyes, people who just think they are better because of what they have.
Money is viewed differently by people who reside in a particular community. The affluent has a different perspective from the poor have not.
I think it also depends on the personality. Not only on the stature
money is also a drug that change people
Everything changes people. I agree, though, a lot of times money change us for the worse
have seen a group of friends fall apart by money and success, the moment that or collective won some great prize , came to mind with a few ego and sigh for fame, unfortunately the collective is now disintegrating
Yeah, I have heard of a million stories like this. When I was younger I thought friends were forever but as you grow up you realize people change and move on. There are a lot of not so genuine friendships that are destroyed the second something happens
amazing post great work
Thanks...
What a cool story. Upvoted from the whaleshares show :)
Thank you :)
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