I grew up in poverty, often starving in fact, yet I have to admit the relationships I built with others in my young adulthood afforded me a life of wealth and luxury for close to a decade. Being I’ve lived on both sides of the fence, I definitely I have my own take on this subject based on that experience.
For starters, I’ve learned that until you’ve suffered yourself, you’ll never truly appreciate anything in life. The suffering that poverty inflicted upon me as a child was so incredibly painful it instilled in me a strong sense of empathy for others. Because my family was so poor, I was forced to work at a young age, having my first job in a restaurant at the age of 14, where I literally worked for $2 an hour. Having to work so hard myself made me appreciate the hard work others that much more.
To be totally honest, I’ve had nightmares for years about the horrors of poverty I once endured. I doubt they will ever go away, I just try to cope with it the best I can. It also made me realize that others often endure the same pain I did, which bothers me more than anything.
As far as the rich kid syndrome goes, people who’re born into wealth can be great people, they can hold great values, and they be productive and add value to society, as long as their parents instill those values in them.
Unfortunately, many rich kids are often given whatever they want, they’ve never suffered, they’re not taught to work all that hard, and as a result they don’t appreciate anything, or anyone for that matter.
The problem is the parents. Often wealthy parents just hand everything to their kids, instill no sense of responsibility, and accountability is also something that’s non-existent for these people.
The result? A society full of self-infatuated, self-entitled trash, that feels the world owes them something, and they’re better than you or me. Its a sad and sorry state.
But just because someone is born into wealth doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate what they have, they don’t appreciate people, or that they don’t work hard in life.
I have to admit, despite having nothing as a kid, later in life I had the world handed to me on a silver platter for much of my life. After working to death for nothing in my teenage years, then to have everything handed to me, I honestly have a sense of guilt for all I got for nothing.
Today I’m not so wealthy anymore, ended up broke a few years ago for the first time in over a decade. The really painful part isn’t the fact the money ran out, but rather the fear behind the harsh reality that our economy has changed, and finding work feels like an impossibility at best. I’ve given up after several years of searching for a job that I know was never there to begin with.
Even now, despite my hardships and inability to cut even my most basic of bills, people still rushed to my side to save me. I often whine about my bills, and the fact I can’t find work, yet I’m sitting here typing this on a $1,300 laptop, listening to music on my $200 headphones. I realized what I lost wasn’t all that much, and I guess I really should be grateful for what I do have, not what I don’t have as others aren’t always so lucky.
I think the reason people are often so judgemental towards the wealthy is in spite of the fact they have what everyone else doesn’t. There’s a real feeling of envy for this reason. While I would agree its unfair to judge people simply because they’re wealthy, I know from experience those people also have it incredibly easy, no matter how hard they work or appear to appreciate life. For that reason, I also haven’t much sympathy for them either.