day 60

I only feel bad for homeless people part of the time. It is really bitchy, but something got them to that place. People with the will to fight and succeed can get out of any situation. I can't decide if I hate that about myself or if It just is the ugly truth and I can see it. I probably have a weird perspective, considering my personal situation. I cannot judge a person for being homeless, but I can judge them for what they do with their own predicament. Life may seem like it is all dependent on fate and destiny, but life is a choice. We choose the way we want to live, and we choose to fight through difficulties. When we slack off, the consequences are obvious and cause detriment to our lives. So maybe it seems heartless of me to believe that people who go without a roof can work harder, but ultimately I can choose what I want to think.