We walked by a dad, lying on his mat on the sidewalk playing with his two kids (probably two years old and 6 months) on his chest. He had no collection pan, he was tucked close to the side of the building, out of the way of foot traffic. He wasn’t doing it for display; he was just having a holiday morning with his kids at “home.” He was happy, enjoying his kids.
A few steps later, we walked around a 3 year old holding his 1 year old sister feeding her a bottle. Same story, not doing it for display, just living life where he lives.
What do you do with that?
I didn’t see people who were sad; they were being with and loving their family, and in that moment, really happy. But, it made me so sad.
I thought about what makes me happy and what I spend my time and energy on and why. I am left with lots of questions and feelings and not a lot of answers or resolution. I just sit with it.
(If you look near the center of the photo, the dad has blue pants on…I took it without looking through the lens, so it’s a little hard to see).