

When “I” ends at the doorstep
Why is my house my responsibility, but the street outside is someone else’s?
I clean what I call “mine” and ignore what I call “not mine.”
Perhaps the problem is not cleanliness.
Perhaps it is the ego that keeps drawing boundaries—this is me, this is mine; that is not me, not mine.
But if the same Earth, air and society sustain both, then where does “my responsibility” really end?