Poverty shackles our physical reality into a prison which depletes a platform for movement. It eradicated peace in the physical and plants a seed in the hearts of those who suffer in that manner to grow and believe in a stagnant growth. The physical reality then becomes a flat surface where peaks have been mowed down. The melody played by the affects of poverty is a steady, monotonous beep that will sometimes last forever. Those who make their home here are hedged in a room that depletes movement, more in the physical state of being that is. And if one wants to or lets it, poverty infects the mind as well.
But it spells a roof ripping surge, in terms of possibility for those ‘blessed’ with the necessary means to believe, the opposite of those who are shackled by the guardians that lock people away in the confines of poverty. They have what is needed (or the access of it) to breath the freshness of air, for they are free from the confines of reality to have imagination, to do something about it. There is no lack in their predisposed trait.
Now these are two extreme positions to be in. One that lacks the necessary means to believe and one that is not hunched in their physical state of reality. On the surface, those who are stuck with their eyes living in these two spheres lack the necessary outlook to see what their positions impose.
So let me propose some thoughts for us to reflect and think about their conditions.
Those who suffer poverty, or living below the means of what society sees a somewhere below par, are actually those who have a predisposed trait embedded in them to freedom. Although being shackled by the poverty demon that strips them bare to believe in a reality that the successful live in, they in someways can or could create an alternative reality for existence. This in turn will inhibit a steady growth in how they can think, to live life in a creative way. Poverty only affects the physical dimension, it does not necessarily have to affect our inner disposition or traits. That is, if the poverty stricken, take strides in the reexamination of their state, they will eventually see themselves as free; freed from the bane and prison state of those who are slaves of success live in. They inherently have the capacity to believe in a different way and to live in a different way, burrowing an alternative dimension away from the clutter seen of the surface of society, for living.
But those who we think who have freedom, those who society looks to as successful, if they are not careful, are the ones who are actually shackled to be slaves. Shackled to be living in mediocrity. For society writes the scrip of life for them in the what is and what not. Their only pursuit is the Never-ending surge forward, avoiding any steps to plunge into the fringes of the unwanted, the rubbish that society makes of those who live below what it sees as success. Society has a way to tell people, what they should have, wheat they should desire, where they should live, how they should live, what to eat and so on and so forth.
Which poses a question for us to reflect on. What then is freedom and what then is success? Are these two traits, poverty and success, for a certain group of people? Or who owns meaning to determine those who hinge them as badges to be worn by?
I ask this not to glory in the meaninglessness of poverty or for that matter depleting value in success. I ask this because we sometimes leave interpretation of ones state of being based on stereotypical designations based on ones condition. There is a deeper reality in which we should reflect and think about. In which we should not write off too quickly. Those stricken with the sickness of poverty do not lack anything really. They need to rise above their physical shackles to see a reality other than what society lumps them in. Those who live above, who are freaking rich, should reflect steadily that they do not become a slave to how society tries to push them or drag them like stubborn donkeys to a cliff scripting their death becoming.
This is not to say that we should not help those who suffer poverty. This actually poses a question as to how we are helping them. Are we feeding them with the junk or ideology of what society thinks as acceptable, to make them be like what society thinks of them?
Or we should also ask, “are those who are rich and successful really free from being shackled or are they simply being enslaved in the system created by society at large?”
Note: This is my reflection from a post by Peter Rollins who I admire in the way that he thinks. One of my favorite philosopher/ theologian. He stretches the mind to think. Here’s the link: http://peterrollins.net/?p=3226