When you truly stop and think about it, it’s really not funny. I had a taste of poverty when I was young just starting out. It’s awful when you have to worry about whether you can pay your bills every month and every penny has to go towards neccesseties, nothing left over to enjoy life. I don’t like the fact that there are leeches in our society who pop out kids while sitting on welfare but for other people living in areas with little opportunities, the price of living these days does make me sympathize with their predicaments.
I lived on the street for a period of time, by choice. It was an eye opener. I didn't have much worry, and happiness is a state of mind. It's very different when one is supporting a household, and income doesn't go far enough to make ends meet. That's my current condition - not poverty, but worry, worry, worry.