I hear a lot of people complain about feeling poor, or being poor, or fearing that they will become poor. Amazingly, it does not seem to matter how much money they have. This is a kind of poverty in and of itself. It is a poverty of thinking.
Real poverty is to rob yourself of the wealth that is already yours. The friendships we have. The abundance of nature that grows outside our doorstep. Clean drinking water. The ability to take a full breath.
Of course we suffer. Of course there are times of less and more. We cannot help that. But we can cultivate a richness of mind, of perspective, and of feeling. That is the birthright of the open and creative mind.