This city.
A city where the poorest of the poor and richest of the rich cohabitate;
A city where you attend glamorous
parties in formal dresses as
you pass by hidden, living existences
in dark, wet, and odorous corners;
This is a city of contradiction.
People dream of moving in, and people are desperate to move out.
People dress in neat, clean styles, but they walk on the subway stations where the smell of pee and scavenging rats meander.
Today I saw a man at the subway, lying prostrate. He covered his head with his arms, his whole body was convulsing.
He was clothed, but his private part was out.
I couldn’t help but imagine the person as a child.
How heart breaking.
The other day I walked pass a man who was talking to himself on the street
He tried to stop me by calling me “angel”.
I was no angel.
I did not stop for him, or even make eye contact.
Today, a Chinese man asked for money, but I offered to share some street food that I was about to buy.
The lady gave it to me for 5, even though another said it was 7.
That’s good.
It can be hard to believe it, but people are good here.
People are people. Each person is a beloved of the Father.
Lord, how different lives can be here.
I feel so tired in this big, big city.
In this city, everything is special, but nothing is special at the same time.
Just like people still have a hard time finding partners, when the city is full of people.
Because everyone is special, and thus no one is.
But that’s just a single perspective. It doesn’t give the whole picture.
Who knows? Maybe it’s more beautiful and wholesome than what these eyes can see.
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