You have to be rich to be a philosopher or an absolute destitute. Most of us are so busy running in the rat race, manage end meets for our living that idleness is luxury. When most of our thoughts run in the everyday misery of work, family, and figuring next day’s meal, where will creativity come?
I sometimes wonder if Tagore existed in a middle-class family or Marcus Arulieas would have written Meditations.
Our idleness is a luxury, and most of us don’t have it.