I pass the bus stop.

Again, some will give me a scornful look.

I almost slip. My eyes fall on the leather dark blue converse.

I have learned a long time ago that what is expensive and branded may not be of high quality.

Why do people notice first what I'm dressed in, what I hold in my hand, and what I have thrown over my shoulders?

Only after all the analysis will notice my face.

Why do people crave first-class clothing, delicate things?

To show the world what they have. What they can afford.

They think they are something more. . .

At least they stroke their ego.

I've been in this vicious circle all my life.

It's sick.

It's pathetic.

Wealth and money will not make you happy.

I regret myself for not understanding it by now. . .

"Man looks upon what is in sight, but the Lord looks at the heart." 1 Samuel 16: 7