A Reflective Mood...

How strange it is to see such splendors in the world. Such beauty and movement and life. God, this world is so amazing. And so cruel. How can it be that beauty lives side-by-side with hate, wealth and splendor with poverty and desperation. Why are some people on their knees in the rain and begging for mercy while others casually consume the most extravagant of of luxuries? Yes, there has to be beauty in everything. But when I empty my change into her plastic cup I want to cry because she looks up with those eyes and open mouth but what have I really done for her, what can I really do? The music that fills the air here, that is beautiful. Maybe it helps, somehow.