The Unseen



On the commute home, I noticed four homeless people along my route that I had never noticed before. Is this because they weren't there or because I never looked carefully? I drove home pondering these questions and remembering what many homeless advocates say, "We're here. We're everywhere. We're the unseen."



I felt sad and disappointed in myself for not noticing the plight of others. Have I become so desensitized? Am I just hurrying through life in a blur? Or, is it my unconscious way of not wishing - like so many - to deal with the unpleasantries in life?