Blog of Ewa Bartosiewicz

Month: October 2025

Poverty is a state of mind

The dust has already settled after the Wojewódzki scandal in Poland, when Julia Wieniawa agreed with the thesis that poverty is a state of mind. This drama caused such public outrage that it went beyond the celebrity bubble. Meanwhile, Pope Leo XIV himself seemed to respond to Julia by writing in his first exhortation, Dilexi Te: “Poverty is not a choice. Yet there are still those who dare to say so, showing blindness and cruelty.” (DT 14) It seems obvious that thinking about money will not make a person richer, but could it be that there is something to this controversial thesis after all?

What if we were to say that “slavery is a state of mind”? Externally, of course, we cannot break the chains that bind us with the power of our thoughts, but that does not mean that we have ceased to be internally free. In his memoirs from the Auschwitz camp, Viktor Frankl writes that you can take everything away from a person, but you cannot take away their ability to choose how to act. In any situation, you can be noble or despicable. One can rise above the surrounding reality, as demonstrated by prisoners who encouraged others and gave away their last piece of bread to save someone’s life. However, one can also be drawn into the abyss of cruelty and, as a fellow prisoner, prove to be more ruthless than many SS officers. This decision, made in a moment of extreme circumstances, will be influenced by a series of events in our lives, but it is precisely then that the pinnacle of our humanity can reveal itself. It is no different in everyday life, when we can take full advantage of our freedom and do the right thing, or we can succumb to the expectations of others, our own fears or desires, and ultimately do the wrong thing.

So, can’t poverty also be a state of mind? Wouldn’t we agree with Bob Marley when he said, “Some people are so poor they only have money”? Will not those who had little on earth, because they stored up treasures in Heaven, turn out to be truly rich one day? Again, it is worth looking more at what is happening in our hearts than at the external state of our wallets. After all, there may be a millionaire who is completely free with his millions, while someone else may be so attached to his only coffee mug that he is willing to kill for it. However, practice shows that the more you have, the more difficult it is to distance yourself from money. Jesus himself says that “it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God” (Luke 18:25). Therefore, blessed are the poor in spirit, that is, those who are free in relation to what they have and remember that everything is a grace and a gift from the Lord. Pope Leo, quoting John Chrysostom and St. Ambrose, reminds us that “not to share one’s goods with the poor is to steal from them and deprive them of life. The goods we possess are not ours, but theirs. (…) You are not giving the poor man something of your own, but returning to him what is his property. For you are only appropriating for yourself what belongs to everyone” (DT 42-43).

When we ourselves have plenty, it is easy to close ourselves in our own world and not notice that, in fact, nothing belongs to us. “It must be said that we have developed in many ways, but we are illiterate in accompanying, caring for, and supporting the weakest and most vulnerable in our developed societies. We have become accustomed to looking away, to passing by, to ignoring situations unless they directly affect us” (Fratelli Tutti 64) That is why, from time to time, I examine my conscience and wonder how it is possible that I live here peacefully and lack nothing, while so many people do not have enough to feed their families or work only to survive. I look around me for Lazaruses waiting for crumbs from my feast, but I often catch myself thinking in a way that suggests that I have honestly earned my money and that I deserve to do with it whatever I please.

However, it seems that sharing material goods is not yet the most important lesson to be learned. There is also the one of not looking down on others. Pope Leo, referring to many saints, notes that “each of them discovered in their own way that the poorest are not only the object of our compassion, but also teachers of the Gospel. It is not a matter of “bringing” God to them, but of meeting Him with them. All these examples teach us that service to the poor is not a gesture made “from above to below,” but an encounter between equals, where Christ is revealed and adored.” (DT 79) The third lesson to be learned is even more difficult. I recently heard that what distinguished the Samaritan from the priest and the Levite was that he had time. In a life carefuly planned out in a calendar, there is simply no room to love those who need us. Jesus repeatedly showed that He was in no hurry. If He had time, why shouldn’t I? Is what I have to do really so incredibly important and necessary that there is no time for my neighbour? Truly poor is the person who is too busy to have time for what is really important. So it is a state of mind. There is no doubt about it.

Longing for silence

Our world has become filled to the brim with words. Often too many, for they can hurt, judge, and divide. We are surrounded by a constant avalanche of commentary, opinions, analyses or observations and only some of them are uplifting and inspiring. Given that everyone today has the possibility of unlimited expression, I feel like simply remaining silent on every topic. I often ask myself, “why would I write?” when everything has already been written. Perhaps only to create art, to express admiration, to name beauty, somehow like painting a picture?

At the end of my summer holidays, on a long car trip, I listened to the audiobook “Światłoczułość” by Jakub Jarno (not translated into English yet). The positive reviews of this book are not exaggerated, because the author truly captures reality with so much passion. Moreover, it’s an incredibly difficult and cruel reality of war times. But still you read it with curiosity, noticing the light, celebrating the digressions and vivid descriptions, feeling that there is something more in all the places where looking on the surface you only see death. It’s good that someone can still compose a feast out of letters and sentences, analogies and meanings. So I, too, have longed to write, though it’s difficult in a world drowned in an overabundance of words.

Life today is starting to demand silence from us in a much louder manner and a pause in the whirlwind of overstimulation, but at the same time, it invites us to fill that silence with content, meaning, and hope. Today, when, after a month of school madness, my body decided to rebel and postpone my numerous weekend plans, I’m immersing myself in the silence and recalling a time of contemplation amidst the Masurian nature. I thought then, among other things, that all the happiness in the world can be contained in simple gestures, ordinary presence, and small joys. It doesn’t take many words at all.