Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A big bowl of hope for breakfast

Believing is something many do to stay young at heart; others just want some sort of excitement and there are those that feel believing with the same hope that people once did before the world was as corrupt or as polluted with anger as it is will carry on daily desire to live with childish ambition. I said it outloud to myself today and than said it to someone else;that if all of us believed in one thing a day with as much strength and demand as we would of when we were kids the world and our success not just to us but to others would become a lighter more peaceful place. Heavy hearted we become on a daily clock and protocall routine for the life some people "think" they are supposed to lead;we have become masters of pretending and tend to forget what it is we were initially in search of. I choose to put my one childish hope into people. I see this one homeless man everyday on my way home from work and although I have very little to give he doesn't know that. My car window never seems so thick for my eyes can't tell him I'm sorry I have no money it's been spent on beer and gas; but everyday he comes to my window anyway and everyday he still believes that the three same cars that were in front of me yesterday that gave nothing may change their mind today looks at me and believes that my mind will change. When it's not my mind saying I can't in the first place, It's my wallet. But everyday he gives me something for having hope in people the way a child does. They don't ask for a lot, they sometimes expect it yet in that small miniscule part of my day; the minute and a half where I know he sees me and he knows I see him is a part of my day that I look forward to; not for the guilt I feel in giving nothing but knowing how much he believes in the eyes not the words of strangers, and I respect him and look at him not for his clothing or lack there of but that he may just be a rich man who looks homeless-he is rich in his believing in people that don't believe in him. Hope is never lost-its in the fear of losing that hope is lost.

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