heart wrenching...

I was walking through the night market with my sister when I saw him. Sitting alone on the road surface,
with only a grimy of cardboard as his cushion. He was squeezed in between two stalls selling rambutans and langsat, the leftover skin and squashed fruit surrounding him as he sat there, listening to the cacophony of the night market.

Oblivious to his surrounds, he sits there with his plastic mug held out asking for spare change. He does not see the faces of the people walking pass, he does not see the stares...he is blind.

Is he a victim of circumstance? Is it self inflicted? Is it the lack of opportunities? Is it the lack of trying?

i do not know...

...it is heart wrenching...this i know