Poor Billionaires exist

In middle school science, what I was taught about Matter is basically that it is anything that has weight and occupy space. I had to navigate adulthood to realize this definition is DEEPLY POOR. Part of my clarity (learnt in deep misery) is the truth that most humans actually live in the prison of matter—the ownership of things; because people are so poor all they have is money. I grew to understand that poor billionaires exist, languishing in the pettiness and smallness of having plenty outside and nothing inside. In a world obsessed with symbols of success—labels, possessions, titles—we often forget that existence itself does not derive its credibility from things, but from meaning. Those who miss this weighty idea will forever be in hustle-mode, chasing reflections of worth all their life, and never experiencing true worth. Having a lot of money in the process, yet lacking meaning. Meaning, in this sense, is the intrinsic alignment of one’s existence with a purpose beyond mere survival or accumulation. It is the substance that transcends fleeting validations, anchoring a person in a reality that is not dictated by external forces but by an internal coherence of values, purpose, and depth; and meaning is sure not a trophy to be acquired. It is not about having or owning; but a state of being—a spiritually-defined, evolving narrative that shapes one’s actions, relationships, and legacy. It is what remains when titles fade, possessions decay, and recognition dissolves. I know now that the entities who define their existence from within, carving purpose beyond the material, sooner or later ascends beyond struggle into scale. They know the external world is so fickle, it elevates today and abandons tomorrow. To define strength from the outside-in is to hand over your soul to forces indifferent to its depth. True power begins in the unseen—the conviction, the clarity, the unwavering alignment of one’s being with something beyond possession. From this place, even a whisper moves mountains. That’s real FAITH. Never forget that those who build their identity upon things will forever be vulnerable to their loss. I FEAR NOTHING. I OWN NOTHING..but I AM🙏🏽 Shalom💫✨(Excerpt: Olakunle Soriyan)