Despite lack of a standard sobriety, (or due to it, who knows?) I have managed to answer questions that buffle idealists and pragmatists alike. The question of why the poor have so little yet the rich have in preponderance is quite the enigma. However, if you are still uncertain about the creative genius that is yours truly, then this article is definitely for you.
I actually realized that a good lot of you mediocre brains categorize yourself in the "rich" or "poor" category quite forgetting that the infamous middle class tag awaits you. It is flattering really for most of us who quite frankly are transitioning to dire destitution. Let me not burst your bubbles in this one.
It is quite ironical that 10% of the world's population own 90% of the resources and wealth. That quite clearly illustrates the man-hole of a gap it is between the haves and the have-nots. Halve that gap and give it to the rich and you will see what is left with the poor. I hope you get the picture.
While the rich drink in opulence and clothe themselves in "denim currency", the poor swim in muddy puddles of debt and can only dream about restitution, Hearsay! In a world where the status quo means so much to the rich that Carlos Slim cannot be philanthropic because his alter ego Bill gates is breathing down his neck, there will never be contentment.
Well, there is a reason God ordained a part of His creation with milk and honey, others half a loaf and the majority of people just its (bread) wrapping paper.
If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gave it to. The rich are generally pompous prom Kings and Queens who look down on the less privilleged with disfavour. Even the smily, philanthropic ones are sneering deep down with every donation they make. Before you cast the first stone on my stereotypical approach, note that I am of the opinion that whoever has an overflowing cup is bound by decency to pour some of its contents to those whose cups are empty. There is a difference between being judgemental and skeptical, I choose to think I am the latter.
As for the poor, they might have no money, but what they lack in material wealth they possess in health, love and simplicity. The simpleton is not concerned about what he/she will desire but rather what they can afford. They starve, shiver from the cold threading apart the rags off their backs or beg for aid, but at the day, what hurts most is the little hope they have.
It takes two to tangle, and a rich man and his money tangle themselves in a web so intricate that all else is alienated from this addictive bond. In their world of self preservation, they conform with standard set by their peers and thus they cannot quite be happy. Only when your hapiness is not dependent on external factors are you really happy.
Our poverty stricken lot however possess their own slice of paradise. Naturally, when you have nothing external to give, you seek internally and as sure as the sun rises and sets, you find love. Thus the poor man's family have a stronger bond because to be honest, what else can they give?
The rich also cry, for the same reason that the poor have tranquility in their souls. The poor know that money is the only thing they need to be happy. The rich however, have the money and it baffles even the richest of them as to why they cannot be totally happy. It furthermore cripples your heart when, because of your societal status, the world (through its high expwctations) expects you to feign a smile through the most troublesomes of marriages, childhoods and addictions.
At the end of the day, what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his identity?
The key to hapiness as I have come to realise, is contentment but God is not a fool. Were He to give anyone contentment, his/her life would be a journeyless vessel filled to the brim. What is the point? Therefore, show me a content man and I will show you the greatest liar.
At the end of the day, we were all blessed with a certain struggle. In sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, to have and to struggle, till death do you part.
Vanity! All is vanity.....A chasing of the wind.... And to think that you (for even one second) doubted the creative genius that is I. I sneer, and still deep down, I sneer. Ooh yee of little faith...
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