The
Raw Edge… of Life
Life
on the streets… means living in the raw.
The
raw, gnawing pangs and pain of knowing what true
hunger
really is. You know what real need actually means.
You
experience the raw elements of nature, year-round.
Bugs/insects
feeding on you, gorging themselves at your
expense.
You are exposed 24/7…. to everything.
Life
on the streets is the raw of existence.
An
existence that is present without being seen.
You
live in a world where everything you do… that most
people
take for granted, becomes luxuries on the street;
bathing,
privacy, eating, being able to BE without being
hassled,
harassed, being badgered or assaulted for just
being
present, or sleeping… just to name a few.
Living
life… without being allowed to actually live.
Living
in and through the dregs of existence.
Life
in the RAW...where you are exposed to everything,
and
there are no protective barriers to keep you safe and sound.
Your
whole life is on full display every moment of the
day
and all through the night on the public screen,
where
admission is always free for the viewers,
at
our expense. The show never ends...
Living
on the streets, life without a home, you live the
Postal
Credo… In Rain, Sunshine, Sleet, Hail… in all extremes
of
weather, not to mention living life in and through
the
industrial fans of Nature when the winds rip through
the
area. Then you are pushed, pulled and
tugged
on from all directions.
Joy,
if it ever existed in my life, has been completely
extinguished.
And I do not recall ever experiencing
joy
at any point or part in my life. It is supposed to be our
natural
setting, but not something I have ever felt, or
experienced
and it has never been my natural setting.
Contentment
has come about at times, but that is not Joy
or
Excitement, those are different. Never once have I felt
excitement
and joy toward or about life in any way. And when
SURVIVAL
becomes your “Natural” setting when life is spent
on
the streets, it has a whole different look and feel.
A
life of Purpose, meaning, schedules, time... all of it lost and taken
and
replaced with a monotone of existence, where everything
remains
the same. Life is grayed out, the contrast lessens,
the
colors muted and becomes like a photo of freshly poured
cement
all around, everything frozen in time. The film
being
developed but drained of color and LIFE.
Feeling
the deepest aspects of the undersides of humanity,
A
life stilled while in progress, interrupted in the middle.
The
severity of life is getting harder to bare.
A
life hanging in the balance....
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