My
fate I had placed in the hands of the
Gods. How scary and yet how timorously
but magically liberating! For the
first time in my young adult life, I
would be getting to know what it was
really like to live in the present
moment, in the here and now, from day
to day, from meal to meal, always
wondering in awe and in anxious
anticipation – what would happen
next?
I
kept thinking of that line from one of
Bob Dylan's songs, “Like a Rolling
Stone," when he sings, “When
you got nothin', you got nothin' to
lose, you're invisible now you got no
secrets to conceal. How does it
feel?" And that about summed up
my untenable, homeless predicament.
But
make no mistake, I had chosen
homelessness and a life of material
poverty because I could. I was well
aware of the fact that most of the
world's population had no such choice;
they were born into poverty and were
forced to make do with the cards that
life had dealt them.
