Growing up, I didn't see many homeless people (it was still an abundant problem, the regulations were just stricter.) Now I live in areas where you see the homeless all around, no matter how "fancy" the neighborhoods might be.
The average person seems to always say they never have enough time -- and every Christmas, we all sit around and ruminate over how quickly the past year went by.
I have often wondered, if, for the homeless, they feel as if they have the opposite problem -- that every day goes by much, much too slowly, and that they have an endless amount of time in front of them -- and if it seems so daunting, that this is why they try to escape reality.
It makes me sad, but many of the people here are on drugs, and even if you gave them a chance at employment, they couldn't pass a drug test or sustain what it would take to hold a job.