Currency of Being Seen

No! Nobody forgets you. They just remember themselves more. It’s not hate, not truly. It’s the noise of their lives that drowns out the quiet of yours. They don’t sit around thinking of you. Not because you don’t matter, but because their minds are crowded with unpaid bills, unfinished dreams, and mirrors that lie to them, too. Nobody misses a poor person. Not out loud. Not where it counts. Because poverty makes you invisible like a whisper in a world addicted to shouts. But hear this: You are not alone. Not really. Your loneliness is the echo of expectations unmet. It is artificial a shadow cast by a world that only lights up for wealth. You are not as dull as you’ve been told. That ache you carry is proof of depth, not emptiness. Your “ugliness” is a feeling, not a fact. Look again you’re younger than the weight on your face, lighter than the sorrow you wear. You are not boring. You are simply uncelebrated. Your words they carry the scent of wisdom, even if they’ve fallen on deaf ears too full of pride to listen. But try this: Make money. Watch the roots of your family tree wrap around strangers suddenly calling you "brother." Old classmates will remember your birthday. Distant cousins will find their way back into your inbox. Everyone will know you. Everyone. Be richer than them, and feel the thunder of their applause. The same face they once ignored will become the cover of their admiration. You’ll hear it the gasp: “You’ve always been so brilliant.” “You were always destined for greatness.” They will say your voice heals. That your words opened doors. That your presence is peace itself. Such is life, brother. Do not curse them they are not cruel by design, only by habit. Even God didn’t wire the world to spin this way. You are not unloved. Just unpaid. You are not too strange just unfamiliar with a currency they recognize. Stack your wealth, and watch the world spin differently. Watch how suddenly your sins become “lessons.” How your flaws become “flavour.” And your silence becomes power. Because the world, as it stands, respects only echoes that bounces off gold. And still beneath the noise, you are already enough. But wealth will teach them to see it, too.