Seeing people sleeping on the streets is something that I've seen most my life, its nothing new to me. Its something that never struck me as anything out of the ordinary, taken for granted i guess.
Living in Bombay i frequent Pune every weekend, and two days ago while in the bus, as it had stopped to let some people off, I saw a man on the footpath making his bed. It was a sight that had me transfixed. I could not pull my gaze away no matter how hard I tried. Making a bed is something that I do everyday, the man was doing exactly the same things that I do, pulling the corners, straightening out the wrinkles, tucking in the sheets, but the fact that he was doing this on the street is something that hit me like a storm. 'This is home for him, if it rains, if its cold or hot, this is home!' It really does strike a chord in you, possibly an Am or an Em, or one of the more melancholy chords, sorry an insider joke for those musically inclined, and more importantly a pathetic attempt a humour :p Jokes apart its really a sad sight so see, and made me want to try to help, don't know how or when yet, but i do want to.
Thats the thing with life, it'll show you the most ordinary, or regular sight in a different light and change your whole point of view in an instant.
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My candle burns at both its ends;
It will not last the night;
But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends --
It gives a lovely light.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
yeah dude, i think it just struck me too.
I know what you mean! The most interesting part is that there's plenty such stuff around us. Yet we miss it. Like beauty, life's simplest most meaningful lessons lie in the eyes of the beholder!
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