The term “Silver Spoon” has been widely referred to as an entitlement derived from one’s family wealth. While we have heard many editions of the pros and cons of having a silver spoon, many do not realize that we are actually perpetuating the same exact issue generation after generation. This issue is basically to yearn for or are hoarding the silver spoon and more importantly, not using it purposefully. Other than the few who are exceptions, many of us are culprits of coveting the possession of a silver spoon as an end in itself. This has led to severe downsides and has distorted the way many people view the accumulation of wealth and inheritance. As such, I would like to capture the essence of coveting wealth with the character, “The Silver Spoon” to explain my perspective about its purpose and feelings.

When I was born

I was born out of intense heat and molding to ensure that I was without blemish and fractures. My parents painstakingly gathered bits and pieces of silver from the ground before they had enough to form my body. It was back-breaking work, I recall the harsh conditions that my parents have to endure individually to bring me into existence. Initially, I was treated as a precious tool, where I was carefully handled and meticulously cleaned after each use to prevent stains. At the end of each month, I was treated with love and all my blemishes were removed to ensure that my condition was in tip-top condition. I was confident that my purpose in life is to serve others on behalf of my parents and I was happy doing so because I knew that my existence was meaningful and essential.

When I was passed down to the next generation

Despite my parent’s passing, I was eager to continue serving others and all I wanted is to be treated with modesty and respect. However, things started to change because I was no longer used for the reason I was born. Instead of serving others, I was always put on display, thus my purpose started to diminish significantly. I recall myself being used as a conversation starter with others who were also displaying their family’s spoons in their posh blouses. The worst experience in my memory was ingrained when I was used as a weapon to command others instead of serving them like how my parents taught me to. Over time, I realize that my shine was blurred, my edges were no longer defined and I no longer knew who I was. Day after day, my body chipped off and I knew even in retrospect that my days were numbered.

My Last Day

Today, I am bent and can no longer function as a spoon, much less like a silver one. Some parts of me were poorly maintained and I am no longer in the blouse of my parent’s descendants. I was worn and weary to the point that I did not know who I was anymore. I was brought to a deserted place far away from the city and the crowd. There, I was disposed and discarded into the sand. The only residual thought I had in my mind is, “what have I done wrong and what could I have done better? I miss my parents”

The end

The Silver spoon was left to erode in the elements. Its history was lost but there was still hope in its last breath. That hope was for it to be a tiny part of the next fortunate silver spoon and taken care of by another responsible parent, serving others and bring smiles to as many faces as possible.

Closing Thoughts

The Silver Spoon’s life depicted the life cycle of wealth accumulated by earnest people in society and its demise demonstrated the case of misuse and having dysfunctional owners. We all know that a spoon is meant to serve others but we also know that there are many of us who are using it for the wrong purpose.

How are you using the spoon you have in your pocket today?