Holi Women- Oil painting
When I was little and I got a bad grade, it never occurred to my parents to complain to the teacher. It occurred to them to ground me and get me a tutor.
Nowadays though, it seems that everybody's adversities are someone else's fault. Today, I was speaking to this employee who sells "empanadas" at my work place. Well, she cannot sell them anymore because of our liability insurance and as we talked, she started crying. Her husband is sick and they almost lost their house. I felt real bad for her. I held her hand as she was telling me that she cannot afford the mortgage. She continued to tell me she pays $1,500.00 for her mortgage AND $700.00 as a rent for the land the house was built on. Now, this person is in her 60s and makes $9.00 an hour. I stopped feeling sorry for her when she told me that the house was real big with 3 or 4 bedrooms and that she paid $1,500.00 a month for mortgage. When she added the $700.00 for rent on the land the house was built on (yep, the land does not belong to her. I don't understand it either), I stopped feeling bad for her all together.
She is not the first person I talk to who bought a half a million dollar home on an adjustable mortgage and then got in trouble when the real state market crashed. All the people I spoke to would not be able to afford this type of home on a 30 year fixed mortgage. I understand that a lot of banks and brokers sold homes to a dog with a social security #, but I wonder where is our accountability in the choices we make.
I have noticed more and more often that we are constantly blaming others for things that are the result of our personal choices. I don't believe that blaming others for our choices frees us from the responsibility of the outcomes. On the contrary, the vice of blaming others for our choices robs us of the control over our lives, of the ability to take ownership for our path. It makes us an eternal victim.