IF YOU ARE BORN POOR IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT BUT IF YOU DIE POOR, IT'S YOUR FAULT:

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In life, circumstances beyond our control can greatly influence our beginnings, and being born into poverty is not a person's fault. However, it is essential to recognize that the choices we make and the actions we take throughout our lives play a significant role in shaping our outcomes. While one's upbringing may set the stage, it should not define their potential. Embracing a mindset that looks beyond one's past and focuses on their internal self is crucial. It involves believing in personal abilities, strengths, and potential for growth. By nurturing a strong sense of self-worth and cultivating a positive attitude, individuals can overcome the challenges they face and strive for a better future. Hard work, determination, and a willingness to learn are powerful tools that can help individuals transcend their circumstances. While external factors can present obstacles, the power to change one's life ultimately lies within. By taking responsibility for their actions, seeking opportunities for self-improvement, and persistently pursuing their goals, individuals can break free from the cycle of poverty and create a brighter future. In summary, being born poor is not a person's fault, but if they remain in poverty without attempting to improve their situation, they bear some responsibility. It is crucial to believe in oneself, focus on internal growth, and take proactive steps to shape a better future, regardless of the challenges one may face. Empowered by this mindset, individuals can overcome adversity and work towards a life of fulfillment and success.

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