afraid of poverty.
I feel fear of poverty.
Why?
Because it seems to induce helplessness. At least social helplessness.
Does it? Are my social relations broken and destroyed if I lose my wealth?
Not all. But the seemingly ubiquitous, impersonal, convenient, good-acquisition transactions would. Goods that I acquire and feel satisfaction therefrom.
Without wealth, I become of no value to the anonymous society.
But there are other parts of society?
Yes. My friends, my family. The people with whom I have established personal, emotional, mental connections.
So not all of your social web would be destroyed?
No. But the future looms. The future of my body demands continuous sustenance. Regular shelter, regular maintenance of essential goods like clothes and communication devices. This maintenance requires materials, skills, and manufacturing that I do not possess, and so I am bound to being valuable to those entities that can provide me with their own valuable product.
It is this condition I fear. One of helplessness to provide for my own well-being. Where a continuous state of material lack seeps into my remaining social connections, and drains them and erodes them as parts of me succumb to asking for favors in order to survive.
You are afraid of asking for favors?
Yes. If I ask a favor from a friend, my perceived value to that friend lowers. I am then less valuable to him than I was before.
Are you?
It seems so. Maybe. I have avoided asking for favors from friends in general, since I was maximizing my own perceived value.
But was it for others or for yourself?
For others, I'm not quite sure, because I am not them. For myself, certainly, since that is how I feel.
So why do you fear erosion of your social connections?
Because I like them. I like them and they like me. Maybe I like them because they like me. Could that be?
Yes, that could be. A hoarding of social esteem, perhaps.
Do you fear you will become friendless?
Yes.
Or despised by the ones that once held you in esteem?
Yes.
Are you afraid of losing your freedom to use commercial services you had gotten used to, like airline flying and spontaneous satisfactions of the appetite? Like whenever you found something you liked in a store?
Yes.
Why do you fear that?
Because that's what I know now. If I lose that, I don't know how my life would be. I'm afraid I don't have the survival skills necessary to... survive, without wealth in this world.
And what if your wealth erodes?
Friends may help me. But eventually they will not want to.
Why not?
Because I am less important to them than they are for themselves.
And what happens then?
Then perhaps some emotions between us are hurt, and I'll separate myself from those who once liked me. And they will not want to spend time with me or to help me.
And what then?
Then I don't know what I would do. It's very unknown. And I fear that this state becomes that of the confused, desperate, aimless wanderer, without purpose and without value. Without value to others, and that that feeling would then crush my own self-worth, and have me feeling worthless myself.
Do you believe that would actually happen?
I don't know. But the fear is there.
Do you fear dying from lack of sustenance?
No. I fear the potential of misery, desperation, and incompetent struggle that can happen when all the flows of resources and social values towards me have dried. I fear becoming social litter, the object of pity and of anonymous rejection. Being rejected by default, being worthless to anyone I meet.
But is poverty, or wealth, a determinant factor in the essentials of this world?
No. They are artificial constructs.
But they are?
Yes, they are. But they float above the deeper truths I know and feel exist.
Are you willing to dive beneath those layers to find the truths in the deep?
My will, yes. My mind, yes. My emotions, doubting. My body, maybe.
Why does it doubt?
Because it's afraid. It's afraid of failure. Of thinking there is something to be found and finding nothing. Of betting on a theory that leads to something false. Of having chosen wrongly.
But do you seek a reward at the end of the path?
Yes, I think. The reward of truth. The reward of genuineness. Of following precisely my own direction, whether it aligns or not with the flows that surround me. With the tethers of work, family, social approval, etc.
So you seek to eschew social approval?
Yes. My emotions gasp at the idea, but yes.
Complete freedom of direction is what you seek?
Yes.
Can you build your own flow so resources through your own direction?
Perhaps, yes. Creations of supplies, of demands. New canals and trenches and streams that keep my body, and mind active, healthy, purposeful, and valuable. First to myself, and then to others.
Seek you truth?
Yes.
Does it pivot on social approval?
No.
Then it must be transcended. Otherwise it veils the view.
Ahh.
But are you willing to experiment with the reputations, credibilities, and values you have cultivated for so long in your life in other people?
In exchange for revealing your truth?
....
Yes.
Do you know how to do it?
Not in practice, maybe I have never acted genuinely. But I want to try. To continue trying.
I'll strive to shine
just as I am.