Yesterday I was walking around the city and I came across this homeless man sitting up against the wall in the middle of the street, with a hat beside him containing some petty loose change given to him from strangers. I decided to walk by him and give him my change and as I was getting out my purse he asked me how my day was. I was shocked. I replied with a yeah not bad and smiled happily, then asked him how his day was going. He told me it was going alright and also seemed a little shocked but delighted by me asking him that very same question. What took me by surprise was that I was walking around on Bourke street like any other individual, who at the end of the day would have a house to go home to, while there was a man right beside me who had the complete opposite that actually cared enough to ask me how my day was going. It really put the past month of worrying about pointless crap that I can't change into perspective. Beside me sat a man who had nothing, brave enough to sincerely smile about the fact that he was still living. He was still surviving and that was all that mattered.
Yesterday I walked away from that man promising myself to never let money affect my happiness again. So what if I don't have my own car, big fucking deal. There are people who don't even have a bed to sleep on each night. Screw these pretentious things we are born to go after and work towards in our lives. I want to work towards people and changing things. I'm sick of the whole 'money makes the world go round' concept. It does make some things come to life but those things would amount to nothing without the people who have striven towards creating them.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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