I resonate with this. Full disclosure, I read this at a Starbucks. When you started talking about the poem, I went back and read it first, before finishing your piece. There was a homeless man in here (I guess he was homeless, he had his razor plugged in at Starbucks). I got him a sandwich. I felt like I was taking the road less traveled. Then I finished your piece and had to really confront the narrative in my head about my altruism. Me, whipping out my thousand dollar computer who felt conflicted about the burning up of my Starbucks gift card so a homeless guy could have a cheap sandwich.
Yet I finished your piece and felt encouraged. Thank you.
Also, Abolition of Man, Clive forever (once again, full disclosure, I haven't read that one. I'm prone to Lewis's stories more than his discourse).
I resonate with this. Full disclosure, I read this at a Starbucks. When you started talking about the poem, I went back and read it first, before finishing your piece. There was a homeless man in here (I guess he was homeless, he had his razor plugged in at Starbucks). I got him a sandwich. I felt like I was taking the road less traveled. Then I finished your piece and had to really confront the narrative in my head about my altruism. Me, whipping out my thousand dollar computer who felt conflicted about the burning up of my Starbucks gift card so a homeless guy could have a cheap sandwich.
Yet I finished your piece and felt encouraged. Thank you.
Also, Abolition of Man, Clive forever (once again, full disclosure, I haven't read that one. I'm prone to Lewis's stories more than his discourse).