As a homeless person, I would be waking up from the pavement, feeling lost and not being able to know where I should go or what I should do. As I wake up to the chattering noises on the streets, I would get confused on which public place would permit me to clean myself. Since there is no place for me to take a shower or even wash my face, I would stay dirty and think to myself that the people would understand my situation.
The morning would pass without a meal and strolling slowly along the busy streets; I would get into a restaurant and beg for food from the customers or the workers. As usual, the greatest likelihood is that I would not get a person to help me and would therefore opt for the nearby garbage can. From the garbage can, I would get a cheap meal for the day. For the remaining part of the day I sit in the bus station hoping that someone will notice me and desire to help me.
I would end the day by going back to another pavement or lying on a musky bench which would be my bed for that night. The cold breeze of the night would hit me but i would resolve to stick to my resilience. Being aware that I am not judged by anyone for who I am but what I am, I realize that a large number of people in our society do not even comprehend what homelessness means and remain wondering if my situation will ever improve. Only time will tell!
