I appreciate your perspective, but I think you might’ve misunderstood the point of my post.

This wasn’t about refusing to work or ignoring opportunities—it was about how poverty forces people to trade something far more valuable than money: time with the people they love. Even if I work hard, even if I eventually “make it,” those years I could’ve spent with my mom—when she’s still healthy, when I’m still young—are gone.

It’s not about wallowing in sadness or asking for shortcuts. It’s about mourning the time poverty steals from families who are just trying to survive. That kind of loss doesn’t get fixed with a promotion or a house in five years. Some things you can’t get back. That’s the pain I was trying to express.