A million people, a million faces, a million personalities.
Billions of problems.
When you walk down Times Square and see the crowds, the cabs, all the lights and the buildings towering over your head,
what emotion does it flare in you?
Do you feel as if you were struck with lightening, making you feel like someone?
Or does it do the opposite?
Does your collar feel a little tight, do you feel quite small?
When you take off your back pack and drop it on your bedroom floor after the last grueling flight,
aren't you glad to be home? Still though, each flight was worth it, and you feel a little more alive than you did last weekend.
Life is made up of small moments, beautiful sights, thoughtful words and a comforting touch.
Everything else between is just what it is to be imperfect.
The violence, the famine, wars, prejudice, and greed build the world that takes from us.
I can sit here and drink an 8$ coffee,
contemplate life and make excuses for my procrastination for hours if I liked.
My world is slow, and quite small.
Though, when looking back on what Ive seen so far,
Splitting it between positve and negative,
nothing can outweigh the pain in the big picture.
But from day to day, a warm cup of caffeine sure as hell does the trick.
We can send a sweet card, or stop when someone needs to cross the road, we can say please and thank you,
or just a simple hello to a stranger.
Your world is dark, and I know you feel alone.
But doesn't a small act of kindness from a stranger make a difference?
We are all trying to make our way through life.