What we want and what we realistically have, make such a difference in the reality of it all.
For example: To someone that grew up in a one room studio with not much and perhaps they watched everything being done in the only sink in the house, including dishes, bathing and laundry.
If they walk into a 2 bedroom apartment they could very easily be amazed at how many sinks there are.
Somebody grows up without many people around them and eventually meets a community of people and suddenly they feel like they were alone all those years.
The perspective of actuality versus the perception of what one hopes it to be are so different. I knew someone this actually happened to
A young girl was raised with a mother who was a drug addict and always lived for her next high.
All of the mother’s drugs and needles involved only one sink, the only sink in the studio of this tiny apartment.
The young girl said it was all she knew. She had nothing to compare it with. She remembers her mother going to the sink for everything. Including using the water for cooking and washing. She saw photos of herself being bathed in the sink as an infant.
At age 4 the mother ended up going to jail and the little girl was put into foster care, she said she still remembers walking into the foster home and thinking she must be in a palace because there were so many sinks.
Later as she grew up and went back to see this house that she was raised in, it was just a 3 bedroom 2 bath modest home in a quiet and clean neighborhood. She had no idea it wasn’t a palace until she grew up and learned what the word perspective meant in life.
I can somewhat relate as I grew up in a large older home in a rough part of town. To me it was all I knew, it was my home and I loved it despite the brokenness that surrounded it. It’s where I felt safe.
Later I learned it was in a low income area with a high crime rate surrounded by theft and drugs.
As a kid I didn’t know any different.
When I moved away and met friends with higher socio economic status, I thought they lived in wealthy areas too until I began to learn how big the world really is.
My husband grew up with much more than I did and he always seemed well off to me, he was in a different category. After many years of being married to him, I learned there is always someone with something bigger and better.
I was wealthy and just didn’t know it.
Remember it’s all perspective.