A Homeless Man

I'm taking a break from my long list of people to invite for a work function; walking down to the CVS to get a Diet Dr. Pepper...feeling awfully sorry for myself. Having a little bit of a hard time, in somewhat of a funk, wondering what to do about it.

And I see this man, obviously homeless, using a bag of trash as his chair, and feeding the pigeons. He has the biggest smile on his face, just feeding and talking to the birds.

This makes me realize everything I should be grateful for. Now, do not take this the wrong way. I don't pity him, I hope life, in the material sense, improves for him, but I don't pity the man. I think pity is maybe the worst emotion to feel for another person. And how can I pity a man who is obviously so happy, at least for this moment.

But, if he can be so content just feeding the birds, I should strive for a similar mindset and seek joy in the small activities as well.

As I came back from CVS, he is still sitting there with the birds...and people are staring at him and shaking their heads.

Not quite sure why he is such a bother to everyone else, maybe they wish they had joy like that as well.

The funk is still hanging on...but now I think I know how to lose it.