Every time someone speaks about poverty, people associate it with the lack of money. I can’t deny that exist a lot of people who haven’t got enough money to satisfy their basic needs. I can imagine their affliction with money worries, having not much and even still they give their best to manage their low income. Sometimes they have no income and are living in a complete misery! Not living, they are “surviving” one more day...
Without wanting to despise all these situations, the poverty I'll speak about is not of that kind. I am referring to heart's poverty.

The heart’s poverty leads to a road full of loneliness, provoking an immense sadness. And allow me to undeceive you: you don’t need to be alone to feel loneliness.

People are poor, their heart is entirely empty. They try to fulfil it, but in vain. The only thing that might fulfil it is love. It's not only about receiving love, it's about giving it. But, who wants to give love? How can people give love if they don't have it in their hearts? Are we selfish or just miserable?!

In my modest and honest opinion, love is one of the rare things that once given, it duplicates itself. The one who loves is never a loser. In fact, they are the richest ones. The poorest people are those who only care about themselves. People need love. More than ever they need it! I know you need it too! Even if you think you don't, even if you don't admit it, I know you need it. But now comes the ironic part: You can't buy love! And even if you find love, you must act wisely. To be wise means that you have to open your heart to others, there's no other way. Sorry!

I will share a story. I know some of you aren't religious, others don't even believe in heaven or hell, but this story is about love, not religion. Not about your beliefs, but about sensibility!

https://cris1208.comunidades.net/the-long-spoon-parable

"Because I said so" it's not an expression that I like to use. Instead of doing that, I prefer to show people the facts; so, it's usual to give lots of examples or to speak through stories or histories. Nevertheless, the more I try to explain or to show, just a few will be able to understand me; not many people can see the things I am speaking about. The real and worst poverty is the lack of love and it's all said. One day you will remember my words... hope that not too late!