When I grew up, it was seemingly in a world of scarcity. The world was full of hungry people and we were lucky to be able to eat. I could see for myself the pitiful shantytowns near the highways leading in and out of town. But we never went there. It was "dangerous".
Not just food or shelter or toys, but love was scarce too. You had to do the right thing by other people or they wouldn't love you. You had to do what you were told or you would be punished. There might be someone out there to love you, somewhere, but you had to be the right kind of person to ever have a hope of finding them, then you had to act just right to keep them.
As I became an adult and put years behind me, I slowly began to realize that this wasn't the inevitable condition of humanity, but the result of choice. When I was first introduced to the idea that the world was full of abundance but that the seeming lack of it was due to human decisions, I didn't believe it. It seemed not to match my experience.
But now I know it's true. There's always been enough food to feed everyone in the world. The problem is poverty. They can't pay for it so they starve. There's an abundance of love in the world, but it's withheld often in a play for personal power. Much like food and shelter.
Almost everything comes down to that struggle for power. It's what ails us. It's what holds us back. It's what makes us miserable - both the havers, the seekers, and the disempowered. All of us.
But the ones fighting for it and hurting everyone else in the process can't see that. They imagine that if they just get enough forced love, enough possessions, they will be happy and safe.
Just thought you might like to know. You don't have to live in a world of scarcity. You can choose your environment. You can choose those you love and who love you. In fact you can't avoid that choice, for no decision is a decision.
Choose wisely. You will die. No amount of money and power will save you. This will all end. The only thing you have is right now.