For centuries, human beings have sought the truth. Whether it be in the form of religion or philosophy, through dialogue, arts or nomadism, we have looked and continue to look for answers.
What is Poverty? Is it simply the lack of money? On one dimension, it certainly is. But on the other dimensions, it is lack of opportunities and lack of hope amongst other things. On one hand, it is the dichotomy of having versus not having enough physical possessions. On the other hand, from a dialectical perspective, does it really exist? Is Poverty a label? Are there hidden geniuses and noble people waiting to be given a voice? Do you hear their voice? Would you like to be their voice? Are human societies doing enough to be human enough and share our opportunities?
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