considering today was the day after christmas and we didn’t have much business, there were over 80 meals of waste. instead of throwing it out, erica sent me the address of the men’s shelter. i pulled up 10 minutes later and dropped the food off. erica pulled up behind me and dropped off park road’s food, and it was all good. when i walked in the reception area, the men were already in line to eat at the cafeteria. places like the men’s shelter make me feel two opposing emotions at once which leaves me feeling unsure about life and divine purpose in general. i feel good because places like this exist to help and assist those who are down bad, but i also feel bad that places like this exist in the first place. if i could talk to god, one of the first things i would ask him is how come there is bad in a world where divine intervention exists? then i think who am i to question the man above or who am i to question life itself?
but at times like these, i feel it’s warranted.
-ratha, 7:37pm, 12.26.19