Problems, burdens and responsibilities are all disheartening and painful. The grass appears greener on the other side but we don’t realize the pain of others’ until we are in their shoes.
One night I left from a meal and there was a homeless man asking people for money outside of our Center
Lost in the jungle, the man wandered aimlessly, his sense of purpose and direction dwindling with each passing step. His journey, once fueled by determination and excitement, had devolved into a meandering stroll, as he found himself perpetually sidetracked by the whims of his wandering mind. The dense foliage seemed to swallow him whole, obscuring his path and his priorities, leaving him to drift listlessly, a leaf on the winds of chance. Time itself became distorted, as the man's days blurred into a haze of forgotten intentions and unfulfilled goals, his travels reduced to a series of disconnected moments, devoid of purpose or progress. And yet, in this aimless wandering, he found a strange, liberating beauty, as if the jungle had become a mirror, reflecting back the freedom and fluidity of his own untethered spirit.
