Scarcity Suffering

Some could probably never understand,

And it would be a good thing for them.

They would be very lucky to never know

How the real suffering of scarcity feels.

It's interesting how naively we judge others,

The ones who are a bit more "wealthy" now.

But so very few can comprehend the pain

From where the fear of missing comes from.

You should always take into consideration:

Those who are accumulating with no reason,

They have such deep suffering inside them—

Maybe try to feel it before you judge them.

When you condemn what you don't know,

You ask the entire universe to teach you

To show you how to be more humble, real,

By showing you exactly how they suffer.

The universe doesn't care to be mean.

It might make you starve and freeze

If you don't have the human decency

To be more compassionate with others.

It might make you very rich too,

Just to make you taste the power.

And it might take everything back

To make you feel the real price of it,

To make you better understand

Your needs and authentic desires,

To protect your being from the raw pain

That would explain your inner confusion.

Let me tell you a story of my ancestors—

When my grandparents were small kids,

Couple of years before WWII began there,

They were already heroes surviving worse.

My people have been in a hell of a winter.

Their government literally took all their food.

They were all hard working to pay the "taxes,"

But apparently this was not yet enough.

People in big cities wanted to be richer.

Their government wanted more control.

They all hated freedom-driven peasants.

To shut them up, they took their livelihood.

They came to villages and to our gardens.

They took everything until the last grain.

It was a very clever way to destroy and kill

Our cultures, our families, and our future.

You panic if there is no food in the fridge.

Imagine if there were no more food anywhere—

Not for you, and not for anyone else around.

What kind of fear or terror might you feel?

Some people were so enraged and desperate,

They slaughtered their animals, burned the barns.

They destroyed their own villages and homes

Just to not obey the cruel authoritative nonsense.

They didn't want to collaborate with criminals.

They would not surrender their dignity and pride.

They were not ready to give all they had for free

To the disconnected assholes in ties and suits.

The winter with lack of food changes the village.

You don't gather anymore to celebrate and dance.

When you meet and talk, it is mainly to decide

Who will be next eaten to make others survive.

Your own family might have become dangerous.

They were looking at you and trying to evaluate:

Were you strong enough to be worthy of feeding,

Or should they maybe sacrifice you before?

You might think this is fucking disgusting, WTF!

But what do you think you might have done

If the only food for many months around you

Were the dead bodies of hungry people like you?

You think you have seen the hell of violence,

But this is nothing compared to starvation

When your entire population is slowly dying

Like animals with wild, hungry rage inside them.

Today, not even a hundred years after this horror,

We are children and grandchildren of this past.

Now, how do you want those people to be loyal?

How do you want them to trust those in power?

Do you understand the impossible soul pain,

The nation-wide betrayal by your own leaders?

Those who claimed to steal your resources

For your progress and protection, but in reality...

They just needed better and more slaves.

They needed cheap food, work, and obedience.

They wanted to stay on their ‘’innovative’’ thrones

While abusing their own peasants and Nature.

How do you think my ancestors still feel about it?

How can I protect the honor of my grandfather?

How can I work naively, obediently, and blindly

For a cruel system that doesn't care about Life?

How do you want me to be at peace with money?

How can my hands touch it without remembering

Fear, confusion, and raw suffering of my people—

What they lost to generate more of it for others?

How can I become rich without the same abuse?

How can I still eat healthy without stealing food?

How can I ensure my survival without overpowering

My own family, tribe, community, and our Nature?

How can I possibly say no to power or money?

The terror of real hunger runs deep in my blood.

My body would simply not allow the denial

Of my deepest fears of starving to death.

But today, we live in a world even more confusing.

My ancestors are probably turning in their graves.

It's a weird reality we all share, like it's normal,

To die, to freeze, to starve without any money.

We feel terrified when we don't have any.

We feel ashamed when we have too much.

We feel jealous and judgmental of the rich.

We feel guilty, we save, and we pity the poor.

So much mental and emotional energy lost

To overthink, to overfeel about our money.

So much importance and value attributed

To something so illusory and even so unreal.

You have no idea from where comes your food,

How many children have starved to feed you.

You have no idea how much it costs us for real—

Your silly financial bullshit to abuse our Nature.

You still don't seem or want to fully realize

That your money is a very clever illusion.

It's the secret mechanism some people use

To make you do and obey whatever they want.

It's not a tool to make you more wealthy;

It's a strategy to manipulate your mind.

It's not a path of your authentic freedom;

It's a way to control your soul and body.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with money,

But please, make sure you know how it works.

Get curious where it was stolen, how created,

What kind of wars and terrors you fund with it.

Assume the full responsibility of your wealth,

From the emitting source to how you distribute it.

Ask yourself who you make even richer and why

Every time you make decisions with your money.

The way you make your financial choices today

Has a direct impact on our entire humanity.

Your own ancestors might be very proud of you,

Or they might be suffering in your blood like mine.

They might have been starving in hell like some,

Or they might have been on the other side of pain.

Maybe yours were the same criminals in a city

Who abused their own population for the money.

Your personal story doesn't actually matter.

To fix this mess for real, we all need to forgive.

Both need to heal the deep confusing wounds—

The victims and the persecutors of our money.

You need to see the cycles going and dancing.

Those who suffered before the cruellest pain

Are now using money as their key self-protection

To hide from incomprehensible fears of missing.

They might have been already born in wealth,

But this doesn't change our ancestral story.

Their deepest desires, shames, and terrors

Will still be guided by what has happened.

If their deep soul still remembers how it feels

To be unworthy, not enough, and even useless

Just because their bank accounts are insufficient,

They will do everything to avoid this kind of pain.

They will not care to abuse, to lie, to cheat, to kill.

The raw instinctual survival of their inner systems

Will move mountains and explode the naked stars

Just to escape the suffering of their forgotten past.

Corruption is not an outcome of our human nature.

It's an aftermath of broken, scared, ashamed souls.

It's a strategic mechanism to ensure the survival

Of our wounded and such vulnerable inner parts.

To stop corruption, you must have the courage

To ask yourself how much you actually know,

How many stories you have truly understood

From what your grandparents didn’t tell you.

How many of them have you accepted, forgiven?

How many are still haunting your sweet dreams?

What kind of suffering are you not even aware of,

But it silently flows in your ancestral blood still?