I am affected daily by the significance and limitation of money.
Participating in the prohibitively-restrictive Unemployment and government economic support programs has yielded lessons in compounded suffering.
My being craves reasons for why I have had to experience such systems repeatedly, from different life positions.
What can I do with this information – except sympathize and become an advocate for others?
Yeck…whatever role I play must be outside revisiting feelings of deep desperation.
I just can’t take the associated hardship and exposure to thematics of trauma, anymore.
However, I have been a unique participant, compared to multitudes of people less adaptable.
Each time I’ve been shoved back into poverty, I’ve worked to refashion my income generation strategies while redesigning my skill sets.
Most of society that gets pushed to the side has no concept of how to do this, innovatively.
And when you’re bombarded by too many survival emergencies (and the shame and loss depression), there’s often little safety or space to think clearly.
A fragile fantasy budding is that maybe these experiences have honed my perceiving the energetics and useful applications of money.
When you have little, you can try and use it “wisely” by nose-to-grindstine bill paying (ouch!) – or you can apply toward moving to a better level.
It’s messy, with later credit cleanup needed, but if a person doesn’t pour what they have into leaving, they’ll stay trapped in the system of limitations.
These programs’ flaws keep people dependent.
