when I was growing up
food was scarce
materials were scarce
I built up tolerance for poverty
I was raised by a village
there was always someone
showed me kindness
I became intolerant to meanness
nowadays
there are plenty food groups
over abundance of disposals
I am intolerant to dairy
for years
we have strived for independence
are we going too far
to be overly self sufficient
we are
keeping more secrets
building layers of facade
hiding immorality behind
morale codes
desensitising each other
under the banner of
political correctness
I miss the days
with very little
being poor is not
a state of lack
blessed with many
but
missing the point
is treachery
Flicker of Thoughts 
Atleast you have abundance of something now,, hope other things will be abundant too which u miss,,
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Thank you for your kind wishes!
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🙏👍🌷
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This is so deep and so powerful . I had to read several times!
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Beautiful.
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“I miss the days
with very little
being poor is not
a state of lack
blessed with many
but
missing the point
is treachery”
This is my favorite line from a fantastic entry. I think that I miss the simpler times, and if that meant less, there was still happiness.
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agreed
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