Finding comfort in pain.

Old man sits under tree. He has no home. He has his backpack and his bongos. That's all he has left of his life. How do you let your life drift away? What went wrong along the way? Is there something you could have done different? I have no second thoughts as I hand him the last five dollars in my pocket. So he spends it on booze. Wouldn't you? Shortly it takes you away from the reality you're now living. Let him be happy. Because hours from now, the frown on his face will return. Slowly turn around as he offers you a hit off his joint. Smile as you turn and tell him to enjoy what he has left. Smile because you have a warm bed to come home to. Smile because your disfunctional family doesn't seem so bad at the moment. Smile because there's beer in the frige. Smile because you're home. For now.

Smiling. Something I haven't done in quite a long time. It's sad when a homeless man reminds you that you have many good things going on in your life, but you've been too consumed by hiding behind all the hurt. We've become to adapted to the pain and sorrow, we smile anyway. Life's just grand.