How is Your Heart Argument

     Charles Bukowski is a poet who was abused by his father and lived a shady life. He wrote a poem called "How is Your Heart" and talks about waking up in a dirty motel room, and being hungover, and looking at his "ugly" self in a cracked mirror and smiling at all of those things in life that seems very weird to us. But after a class discussion, I'm starting to see why he was smiling at his current state, because if I had a past like his, I'd be thankful for just a place to stay. I agree that he should be satisfied for what he has because honestly he came a long way. And sure it's good to want more than a motel room with various fluids on the bedsheet with roaches on the walls but from Charles' past, being alive is good enough. I'm not Buddhist but I think the fact that people ditch their lives to become monks with no worries of riches and material things. It's rather peaceful. It helps with inner peace, which I believe is important because without inner peace, I'm not myself, I'm not who I want to be. And honestly there are more people who have it worse than the character in the poem does. There are still people who sleep on the benches, and have no lovelife at all and yet, we think the character's got it worst. I think he should be content because he hasn't died of pneumonia, and he has a girl, and he has a place to stay, he has less of a risk to die than those who don't have those things. He doesn't have it worse so that's why I think he should be content with his life.