Street life is a choice

Landlords and landladies give rise to street children. This is derogatory. Are you a waiting inheritor? Help me to understand better. My landlady has one crazy man and a second crazy-becoming boy. I am also crazy to think of them so. But I won’t say that there is something connected to landladiness. But there is something disconnected to landladiness. Wink

A son of soil knows that the bad will be rewarded. I am yet to understand why I should pay rent. Do I not belong? Was it an accident for me to become?

It was discovered that some street children are from the best of families. One died and the cars that attended the burial ceremony were many than the ones that will attend mine. These children are those who ran out of homes in search for what they miss- lackingness. It is in nature that we seek what we lack. If we have good or belonging, we sick for the opposite.

Street boys may be the free most of human beings. And happiest in comparison to you and me. They are bound by no ambitions, no output mandates, no jurisdictions and least social encompassing. As animals-our neighbours-they want to roam freely, feed freely and expect whatever comes. I admire that kind of life. But it has some shortfalls- not many. Don’t our people say that the higher you are on a tree the greater the fall?

Children who were born in vulnerable families and in one way or another ended in the streets soon get out through initiatives that are around. A willing street person easily gets out. Those born in the streets also challenge the life with time. But those who were meant for there- as some are meant to alcoholism- aren’t expected to leave. I do not know about disorders for who lacks one? Social deviation is a fact.

And when you speak of that girl who hawks in town, is picked and dropped back by Subarus and yet won’t want to be confined by a four-cornered place, don’t you wonder? Housing is a human creation or rather ‘wall’ housing is the norm of day. Humanity is a mockery. Not even gods define it. For is it not the monkey-anus life between a slum dweller and a street survivor?

When I see my neighbours behave suggestingly, I know that when the parents die they will sell the house to another straight person as they go to the streets. I will buy. Then my children, too stupid for life, understanding no gain pains, will live to admire what they miss- and nature will reward all equally.

Thank you.

Lack of some sense may be a good living way- does the boy seem disturbed as me?