deep thoughts

Why Are We So Blessed

Alone he walked up the downward slope, while steel and rubber passed him by. Not that good american steel either, but more of the foreign japanese/german kind.

What makes me different from this man I thought. Why am I afforded the luxury of air conditioning and not he? Are there certain choices we make? Is it a personal decision he had already made?

Often I think that no one else pays close attention. To the sky the birds or any simple pleasure. I guess that's why I noticed him today, and asked myself why am I so blessed?