Breakfast

I don't mind if someone thinks I'm bragging--this is my anonymous journal. It's not like I'm writing this on Facebook under my full name.

This morning it was cold and raining in the city. I stopped at a deli and got a bagel with cream cheese and coffee before heading toward my workplace.

Along the way, there was a homeless man sitting under an overhang, but not really sheltered from the rain because it was coming down diagonally. So, he was cold and was getting wet. 

I asked him if he had had breakfast, and he said that he that he hadn't. I gave him my bagel. 

It didn't really feel like charity. It felt like the world was just a bit less awry than it usually is. 

If I look deeply into my own motives, I suppose I did it at least partly out of narcissism. But that's not the whole reason. The world really does seem to be short on compassion, and, like the famous quote, if you want to have a more compassionate world, then you have to be the compassion you want to see more of.

With this blog post, I would like to send my love to all living things. Good night.