I was driving my car to home from the Clinic, 9.30 pm, and I saw an entire family, with kids, in the dark and cold night looking for something to eat in the rubbish.
“We”, who have gone to college, think about “reach goals to a better life”, or something like that.
I can’t sleep, how could I? I am awake in the night and that image hurts me.
I don’t want to criticize anyone, I don’t want you to be compassionate. I only want to understand this “narrow gate”; it moves my soul under comfort. And then I see a rare energy, coming from “the other side”.
Now, I am sick, a powerful headache with other symptoms of a fever attacks me. This is the best moment to write, when my “logic and goal oriented” reason is weak. This is my sacred ground, where the Spirit blows… Would you like to come in? Maybe you are already here.
Psychologist, Santa Fe, Argentina.