To the homeless person who was screaming frantically at their demons last night…

I am sorry for turning away and idly standing by as others gawked. You are dangerously close to the truth and we are too cowardly to bear it.

I ducked inside a nice restaurant where I was served a meal and partook in “civilized” conversation. Up went the fancifully embroidered veil that hides me from the terror of annihilation: Is the kitchen too loud for me? Would this lovely meat pastry taste even better with ground pepper?

And here I sit, writing comfortably at my desk and imagining that I would open my door to you. The truth is that I would not. I am worse than the gawkers for believing that my awareness means anything. The moment I set the pen down my mind will busy itself with inanities while resting in its cozy bed of privilege.

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  1. I really appreciate the line “I am worse than the gawkers for believing that my awareness means anything.” It is incredibly honest. You capture the intricate discrepancy between thought and action so well.


  2. This is something I think about a lot. It scares me comfortable we become believing our “awareness” is the peaking potential for our personal best. That action isn’t needed as long as we’re aware. Actions though, that’s were change is at.Thank you for sharing your honesty. I can relate.

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