- Thursday, June 14/07: heading back home on the skytrain. At Broadway station a homeless guy boards...he had some cookies in his hand. Very sad... he sat himself like everybody else, and started eating his cookies (I don't know why but the cookies always stood in my memory). Few minutes past and our train was stopped at Stadium as the Police were awaiting. They asked this guy to come out, you could see unspeakable sadness in his face. One asked him for his name and the other demanded an ID. Just then something inside me was stirring..sadness perhaps, but also unbelief. The poor guy took pieces of papers from his pockets, his face full of emotions, the cookies still in his hand. Imagine being asked for an identity in a society that denies you one.
- Wednesday, December 7/07: on an errand in Van. I meet an old lady with no home and very few English. This particular case was rather very strange, looking back at it right now, nonetheless, her state was very saddening.
- Friday, March 7/08: heading to work on the bus here in the northshore. A human being so sadly habituated to drugs. She couldn't sit nor stand, constantly moving. What was touching was the fact that she was even trying hard to not bother the rest of us...to a point where she was asking her company "are we there yet?" Just imagine, being robbed of your essence, your being by something so seemingly simple.
- Ever other day of my commute through downtown, I see "Richard" an old man who so insists on holding the Granville station door for some change. So gracious too, "God bless you" is what he always says. Months had passed while I was away and one day I saw him again, and he asked where I had been, how I was. I asked him where he lives (a totally naive Q to ask), and he so kindly answered "you know I keep changing my 'place' I have never seen him for so long, and I wonder...
- Almost every other day I see kids from high school who follow every word they speak with an "F", well that might just be fine for most people, but the underlying anger and subconscious psyche they try to mimic is what is scary.
- Almost every other day I see beautiful humans struggling with how to look 'fly'...how to be accepted...and ultimately pouring all their blessed talents on the "status quo" of the media and social state.
intellect and creativity pacified by 'realities' so far away from truth... when will it end, I wonder, of lying to the cost of humanity?!
I cry not for you, my dear
but for I, lost in my wants
when your soul was in need
H_
but for I, lost in my wants
when your soul was in need
H_
3 comments:
Interesting post which can be another addition for a self-note that it seems like people are rushing into this world without even trying to pause for a while and ask themselves 'where are we heading to?'
true, that is one way of looking at. one interesting ppt i once saw says "We've conquered outer space, but inner space" to mean that we may know much about everything else but ourselves...hence we end up going far away from truth that is contained within us.
Oops, i forgot "not" in the "but not inner space"
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