I don’t have the things I want in life, but I do have the things I need.
(I should be more content with the above sentence, but I am not.)
I want to be settled in my poverty, not constantly flailing about as if I were drowning in it.
(I had hoped by now that being poor would’ve reshaped my outlook on life and made me happier with less.)
I know that being poor is not a state of being, rather it’s a state of mind.
(I have yet to figure out how to pay bills with my mind.)
Blessed are the poor in spirit.
(I don’t even know where to begin with this one.)