Whenever I hear the word poverty, it reminds me so much of what I had experienced growing up. I live in an impoverished neighborhood where every day is a struggle to survive. Luckily my parents made sure that there’s always food on our table. We eat three times a day. Get to buy things occasionally. But there seems to be never enough. I still feel poor. Well, we are poor. When I became of legal age, I took a job so I can support myself. I even quit school because it was just so frustrating and boring to spend everyday of your life doing something and not earn a single cent. For the first time in my life I get to spend on things I’ve been so deprived of in the past. Little did I know that it was still never gonna be enough. It takes so much time and effort and hard work to earn money, but it only takes a couple of seconds to spend it. Society and media has made an ideal life based on dreams and movies and lies. When I was a kid I was told that the only way to succeed in life is to get a degree. Or get rich to be happy. I was taught to be self centred and selfish and oblivious to the rest of the world. I was made to believe that I can only be happy if I live my life based on society’s standards. I’m still living in my parent’s house. Never been to anywhere outside the Philippines. Never had an iPhone. But I realized how futile it will be if I live my life without fully understanding it’s purpose. I still don’t. But there’s certainly more to it than money or success. I am thankful for experiencing poverty. For without it I’ll be as blind as the other people are.