The Separation of Senses

I think that many of us, if not most of us, rule and manage our lives entirely through our priorities. Our priorities are what determine our quality of life, our general state of mind and happiness. Some may be wealthy, but prioritize their health or family ties above all; so all the money in the world does not keep them happy.

Many people will read this far and nod their heads with approval or understanding, but how many of us truly understand this concept? We are social beings, and by our nature we see and interact with people every day. We watch the poor become poorer and the rich become richer, we see people struggle and people succeed.

More often than not, we are shocked at the sight of people that we deem to be 'less fortunate' live their lives with happiness. What is the secret? Before we explore why they are happy, we must first explore our own reasoning as to why we label them as less fortunate. Surely, there are general guidelines that we have all grown up with. People without food on the table (if a table at all exists!) and a warm shelter are considered to be less fortunate. And yet, the percentage of people all over the world living on the 'bread line' are generally a lot happier than wealthy people. Maybe it's because they appeal to the simpler side of life and aren't constantly nagged with the horrific ideas of losing all their money. I don't know, i don't create ideologies; i just appreciate them.

More importantly, once we figure out why we label people the way we do, we not only learn more about the citizens of the world; but ironically, we learn more about ourselves. We discover uncharted depths that most of us were previously unaware of. We view the world as we want to. We inflict our own opinions and values into everyday situations.

If we see a homeless man crying, we would assume that he cries out of desperation, but if a wealthy man cries we assume he cries out of personal matters of the heart. It wouldn't surprise me if the wealthy man cries out of longing to be poor and simple as the day he was born.

As for the crying homeless man, he cries out of pity for the shallow world. I should know; i asked him.