So I went to church for Ash Wednesday.

You know?
Wednesday of Ashes?

An “In-your-face” reminder for what we truly are,
what we came from and what we’re going to end up as.

So after the priest imposed the black ash on my forehead,
I came back to my seat.
And there were two old ladies, sitting on my chair.

I have no clue how they would suddenly decide
to take someone else’s seat.
Hoping that no one would notice.

I did not really mind.
I would have given them my seat.

The place was packed,
and finding an empty space in a pew is impossible.
But to steal it just like that is still not right.

Other people around me were wondering what I was going to do,
because they know that that was my seat.

So I just stood there behind them,
and thinking about that day as “Ash Wednesday,”
it showed me what I truly am.

A bitter, angry man who doesn’t like people.

And it just showed me what the people around me truly are.

A bunch of Cous Rouge!