I came across a trailer called “The Eternal Song.”
Of course, it’s something you have to pay to watch—so I probably won’t be seeing the full film anytime soon. Homeless, financially struggling, and all that jazz.
But something in the trailer stuck with me.
They mentioned how we’re taught to heal on an individual level instead of collectively.
Things like:
“What did your family do to you?”
“What are your negative thoughts?”
“How can you work through it?”
And so forth and so forth.
Yet most of what we go through happens in connection with other people. Still, it’s placed on us to fix it… alone.
That part has my brain running a mile a minute.
Because it also ties into how we approach helping one another—especially in daily life.
Think about the language we’ve normalized over the past few decades:
“Survival of the fittest.”
“Every man for himself.”
“You got this.”
All singular. Never collective.
In this country, especially, we’re not tribe-driven or community-minded.
We’re ego-driven. Power-driven.
Even in spiritual and religious spaces.
I see it all the time:
“You’re not worthy unless you follow the Lord.”
“Your frequency is off.”
There it is again—the singular blame.
Then there’s people like me…
Unhoused. Living in between moments and places.
People like us are often completely removed from community aid.
And no—those government programs and nonprofits aren’t really here to help, not in the way people think.
If we ever want to rise above the systems designed to keep us spiraling or stagnant, we have to lean into communal effort—mentally, physically, emotionally.
We need to stop closing ourselves off and start opening up to different walks of life.
At the very least, we could come together to support each other with the basics. The human stuff.
But I get it—there’s always going to be separation.
From our egos.
From our beliefs.
From our traumas.
From our own damn stubbornness.
And yes, I’m including myself in that. I’m not perfect either.
But I do wonder: how often do we try to help someone without judgment or shame attached?
Anyway, that’s my morning train of thought.
I know change like this takes massive effort.
But still—I’ll say it.
And I’ll keep moving forward, contributing what I can toward group assistance.
Even while homeless.
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