So what is it about poverty, or even wealth, that makes us so uncomfortable?
If you could change your life, would you? And if so, what part(s)?
This stemmed from a very late-night conversation my sister and I just had with our mom, after our day in Atlanta and being around many very different people. There are truly difficult social problems to solve. We try, I believe that we really try.
But I also believe that we could be imagining unhappiness among people who are actually quite content with their lives.
And is it because that whatever might make them happy is not the same as what makes us happy? Or that their lives are just so incomprehensibly different, and that we, as social beings, tend to associate with those who exhibit lifestyle similarities?
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On a slight tangent, the only reason I’ve ever been particularly bothered by stereotypes is because it’s a label, or perhaps a number of labels that people put on a group of other people for the intent and purpose of distancing. “Oh, well at least I’m not like that”. Luckily, I’ve encountered very kind and tolerant, uh, people (for lack of a better word).
Please allow me to share what I read today, 3 Nephi 14:2-3.
For with what judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
Disclaimer, I don’t know what a mote is.
We may think we know a lot about each other… do we really? There isn’t anyone who is less human because he or she is poor, or for being “privileged”; that’s really the thing to remember.
