It's days like today that I feel full of life, unfortunately. I have no money, I'm hungry, I'm down, yet alive in the city. I get to focus on the roots of my humanity, the basic essentials. Not by choice mind you. Poverty has a certain aura within itself, for better and for worse. The struggles in my existence can energize. It can pull a person towards a new level of feeling, for better and for worse. Poverty can also be very difficult.
God, I have some questions...
About Me
- The Everyday Adventurer
- I can’t seem to find my way anywhere. I have systematically spun myself in circles. I’m tired of wearing this heavy backpack. I can’t find the Trailhead, but I do eventually stumble across the highway. My compass tells me that I need to head north. I pitch my thumb and start trying to hitch a ride. And I try for a while, with just about everyone driving by. I must look terrible, the backcountry having gotten the best of me. Finally, an old Hippie stops his jalopy and proceeds to drive me for several miles until my vehicle appears. Sitting right where I left it, only yesterday. Suddenly, I’m out of the Wilderness and back into the safety of my operating vehicle with a heater
Finding God in New York City
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