A brief conversation with a homeless guy

As I was sitting at the train station the other day I was talking to this homeless guy. I felt intrigued to write upon his particular short story, because in his case his homelessness was his free will choosing. He asked me if I was homeless and as I replied "yes" he quickly said "i dont believe that, you wouldn't strike me as homeless, look at you that isnt the look of a homeless woman". My locs were neatly groomed, and I was dressed professionally. Anyone from the outside looking in wouldn't guess that I was homeless upon first guess. My question to you is "Why would I want to "look" homeless when I dont have to?" That's like dumbing myself down to fit a label. He started going on about how he "could" be at the shelters out here for men but he doesnt prefer to be there. His reasonings were the curfew, & not being able to be out and about in the streets as he pleases. This man I talked to is the homeless guy who bums cigarettes through conversation, sleeps wherever, goes wherever, begs for money and does it all with a broken foot. I was amazed and somewhat curious as to what happened in his life that led him to this particular state of homelessness. A lot of these homeless men and women like to beg for money and they make that their living. A friend of mines told me how he talked to a guy outside of the same train station and the guy was telling him how he made $75 dollars one day on that corner just begging for money. I couldnt do anything but shake my head, these particular people that choose their state of homelessness are comfortable in their circumstances. Which proves that when you get too comfortable you dont move forward in life.You stay in the same place doing the same things instead of venturing out and trying to make things better. A perfect example of one of the characters in the "WHO MOVED MY CHEESE" book and article I wrote about. I personally believe that this man allowed "LIFE" to get the best of him instead of being the one to get the best out of "life". He checked out a long time ago. I said a silent prayer for him as I walked into the station. Maybe one day he will regain the courage to get back in the game of life. If not I only hope he's safe and well.