While driving yesterday, I exited the freeway to be greeted with a group of homeless people with signs asking for help or money. I was in the middle lane away from the sides, but as I was stopped there at the red light, I thought a thought I haven't thought in a long time.
How is it possible that there's nobody, absolutely nobody who is willing to take them in?
By nobody, I'm asking myself... "Don't these people have family?... Shouldn't they have friends?... Someone, anybody who care about them enough to help them get back on the horse?"
I know that a lot of people either become homeless because they're addicted to drugs, or have simply hit a rocky road in their life.
It's so hard to believe that I'm an adult now. I used to always say "When I grow up...," but it seems that that part of my life is over.
But what an era it was. The years where I used to dream about my future, the people I would meet when I left home, the things I'd do with my life... it just seems so dreamlike. Something that no longer is attainable, that beautiful part of your life where everything might just come true.
The childhood memories of learning how to ride a bike and doing Hooked on Phoenix, learning how to play Go Fish, and discovering gravity the hard way.
It was simpler then, and it was happier, I think.
I guess, this is just me saying goodbye to the "When I Grow Up" self, and apologizing to her for who I've become. I hope she's at least a little proud of me.
Yeah... pretty much. I mean... I didn't really have a first choice to begin with, but I was pretty darn happy when I got this one particular acceptance letter.
