want.

the basilica of sorrows, chicago

Here, the neighborhoods of rich and poor butt right up against each other like a schizophrenic patchwork quilt. This past week I have firsthand witnessed the unhappiness of both; the needing and the needing of a little more. Crossing the border from one to the next is like witnessing night and day in the blink of an eye. Just like that, I am needy one moment and feeling greedy the next.

If happiness is having, then it will always be relative to another's. It isn't resources and rewards or the having of a little more that determines it. It is the way we choose to perceive, and which corner we are doing the perceiving upon.
What side of the street are we standing on when we compare our lives.

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