03.04.2022

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal MysticismTags:, , , , ,

I can not speak for another human being, I can only speak for myself.

I’m nearly always sad seeing someone homeless, or emotionally disturbed. Not just about their human condition, but also my own.

I’m always plagued by the thought “why doesn’t someone help them out?” Then of course I how I can help.

To me, giving money does help, but doing so just to make myself feel better isn’t good for my soul. And I am a man in pursuit of personal empowerment and that charity only makes people dependent.

Also, that homelessness, drugs, income inequality are symptoms of a failed American society and culture.

And if that’s true, then charity is somekind of abomination.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.