#7 Random Act Of Kindness Day
The hate inside of me , has deluded my mind of something that is not vital, but meaningful.
In come, random act of kindness. Truth to be told, I was feeling pretty shitty as of this moment. And the hours before. The usual same ol same ol. And on the way back from tuition, with mother constantly nagging about studies and all, I looked out the window into the dark night skies in an attempt to temporarily block out all the noises inside and out of my mind.
Then a public bus drove past and came to a halt just beside the car of mine, and while looking out, the bus driver, an Indian fellow, looked at me and just gave a simple nod , as a gesture of greeting or sort. If you asked me, I couldn't give you a solid answer of why I felt happy inside. Maybe it's just cause the hatred of everything living and breathing inside is taking over everything in me. That there is no justice in the world. That the truth is nothing but the big bad wolf who gives not a single care of what you do and what you end up with. But there was a man, whose day has been spent fetching people, who don't bother to say their gratitude to the man who's serving them, from one place to another.
Out from the out, and back to reality, I replied him with a simple nod and a genuine smile, and I turned around back to the "disturbance."
In come, random act of kindness. Truth to be told, I was feeling pretty shitty as of this moment. And the hours before. The usual same ol same ol. And on the way back from tuition, with mother constantly nagging about studies and all, I looked out the window into the dark night skies in an attempt to temporarily block out all the noises inside and out of my mind.
Then a public bus drove past and came to a halt just beside the car of mine, and while looking out, the bus driver, an Indian fellow, looked at me and just gave a simple nod , as a gesture of greeting or sort. If you asked me, I couldn't give you a solid answer of why I felt happy inside. Maybe it's just cause the hatred of everything living and breathing inside is taking over everything in me. That there is no justice in the world. That the truth is nothing but the big bad wolf who gives not a single care of what you do and what you end up with. But there was a man, whose day has been spent fetching people, who don't bother to say their gratitude to the man who's serving them, from one place to another.
Out from the out, and back to reality, I replied him with a simple nod and a genuine smile, and I turned around back to the "disturbance."
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