“The Panhandler”

He stood on a corner in San Francisco, head bowed and plastic cup extended in silent request of a handout. I certainly can’t know his story but he had a look of capability. My string sense was that this man had somehow given up on himself, in a big way, surrendering any worthwhile drives to the passive and safe-from-risk life he appeared to now be inhabiting.


So for me the question begs, "What have I given up on?" What dreams of long ago did I bury and which might be time to resurrect? What requests have I left unspoken for a thousand old reasons? What limiting beliefs do I have about myself, money, relationships…? Where am playing it safe? And what does that safety cost me in this all too short life?


How about you?

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