I feel like I’m stuck in this frustrating place where I can see so many people that need help yet I am unable to make a difference so I wonder if it is even worth trying. Sometimes I feel like the universe is reminding me how lucky I am and telling me to make the most of every little thing I posses and in some way this will justify others’ suffering. It seems so selfish but it’s difficult to know what else to do when there are an overwhelming number of people that lack even the basic things needed to survive
As much as I love this place there is an uncomfortable amount of openly poor people, the saddest being the children that beg on the street. Yesterday we were eating at a roadside cafe and they just came and stood by our table the whole time until james gave them some chapatti and hummus. The general consensus seems to be to ignore them, because once you give them something they won’t leave you alone. I know that they’re smart, and they know how to make you feel bad, but at the same time there has to be a desperation for someone to be in the situation where they need to beg. I just don’t know how people who would call themselves spiritual can sit and feed themselves whilst turning a blind eye to the hungry.