As I move through this amazing day, contemplative, I sense the - TopicsExpress



          

As I move through this amazing day, contemplative, I sense the pain of others around me...not just the infirmed or the disabled or the homeless...but the many I see in public spaces, hollow with dead eyes, an awkward discomfort visible on their facial masks. Who am I to judge,...but if you are sensitive, you can sense their hidden desperation. In a society that worships the material objectification of physical delights, what is given to us is physical comfort...but not happiness and not fulfillment. Then why would any one sit in judgement of another knowing we each carry our own burden? Could it be that those who judge are in denial of the very burden they carry?
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 19:55:10 +0000

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