So this morning there was an interesting banjo player in downtown DC.
He was playing and this little dog in the shopping cart behind him was jumping around dancing.
Sometimes I wonder as I get older:
– Will I remember all these scenes from my day-to-day life?
– Will they seem real or more like a surreal fantasy?
– Will I feel that I stopped “to smell the roses” or simply hurried on by doing all my things?
In each person a soul–but do we see the spirit or just the bodily facade–somebody homeless trying to get by, a simple distraction, street entertainment, fleeting fears of mental illness or other dangers, just an annoyance maybe, or a handout for someone in need.
Ever wonder who are you and why are you deserving (or not) to have the fancy suit, tie, shoes, and bag, nice haricut, and are going to a cushy job and fat paycheck, while someone else is standing on the corner playing the banjo? 😉
(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)