I find it very easy to sit in the comfort of my home and surrounded by the fruits of my labors and the gifts of family and friends while intentionally ignorant of the plight of the poor in my world, nation, state, community, and neighborhood. It is easier to focus on my own concerns than to learn about the troubles of others, let alone help them. Yet even that guilt is wasted energy. Instead, I should focus my time in helping those around me, those who might suffer from a poverty of friendship, or joy, or love.
I need to also recognize the poverty within myself and make a better effort to improve those areas. The danger lies in believing that there is no room for improvement, that things are as good as they can possible get. Striving for that unattainable perfection is what truly makes us rich.