“It’s their choice,” he said to me. “With all of the resources available, how could it be any other way?”
We’d been talking about the homeless population in a neighboring district and the sudden surge of those seemingly destitute.
I was offended, at first – as, who are we to qualify their need? And, who are we to justify the reasonability of their response?
The truth is, we don’t ever fully know the context of another’s story, nor can we dare to presume a ‘mile in their shoes’.
Each of us walks our own separate path, my loves. And, each of us must yield to the experiences of that journey.
Though, how easily we derive the essence of man through the aperture of a momentary glance.
Perhaps, we’re concealing an aspect of our own fear. That is to say, the resignation that we alone can’t possibly make a difference.
Oh, but we surely can, my loves. For in the course of a single passing moment, we can extend a hand and offer hope; we can alleviate the burden of our fellow man.
What we fail to realize it that a simple kindness can go a very long way. It can encourage those who are stuck in a desperately solitary space.
And, haven’t we all been ‘stuck’ at times? Trapped by the compilation of story and condition.
You see, we are not so different after all. Rather, our ‘prisons’ are forged by a multitude of other things.
And, for that matter, what makes their ‘walls’ any worse off than ours? In the end, don’t they cause the same sort of impact?
We are not here to judge, my darlings. We are here to offer our heart in service.
This is my simple belief. Together, we can and will make a difference.
In peace…
Namaste ❤️