I see a guy on the street, and he has a dog (not actual pic below). They have a blanket and a bowl, and a bag of things. If I have time, I talk to him, and take him treats or other assorted cash or items, and every day I see him, I can’t help but think that in a way, they are lucky. Not to have nothing, but to have more than some people really do. They have each other, loyalty, and they are grateful for everything they get. He is always lovely and polite. He never asks for anything more than a belly rub for his pup. They make me feel like I have so much more than I deserve, they make me realise a lot…and they make me smile.
I see a woman who travels alone. She is old, and far from where she is from. She uses a roller walker and dresses warmly and beautifully. She sits at the front, and watches the streets pass, the signs and waits for her stop. She offers her seat to all the newcomers, though she is entitled to it in every way. She makes sure she doesn’t take up space or brush people that rudely push past her. I help her each day, get safely down the stairs to solid ground, and she thanks me with a blessing in her sweet old voice, always thanking the driver on her way past. She has and deserves respect…and she makes me smile.
I see a man who gets on the tram in his half expensive suit, with his half expensive tie tucked neatly into it. Scanning the crowd, a small grimace crosses his face, and he blinks it quickly away. He takes all of two seconds to decide that the priority seating is where he should be seated. Unfolding a newspaper, or flipping through very important papers. Perhaps unfolding a very important laptop. Obviously he is very important. Obviously he takes the tram, only because it is accepted in the more mainstream section of the business world. A public chauffeur, because obviously his own personal one is off sick. Or perhaps his very important sports car is in the shop today.
But peeking out from the bottom of his suit legs are well worn, comfortably creased leather shoes, that have lost the majority of their shine. And fraying from the edge of his scarf, is a telltale thread or two, that says he has worn it often to combat the cold. He seems uncomfortable because, well…because he wants to be much more important than to have to travel on a tram with everyone else, like everyone else. And he makes me sad.
Every day, we are creating our own version of a living hell, just by following the greed and calculated insanity of human nature. Progressiveness is leading us into an isolated concrete cubicle, to bend us all over. George Orwell, eat your heart out.
A society where creatures will pay to store in boxes, the things they have collected , but neither use nor need, yet refuse to let go of. Hoarding possessions they are too protective and greedy to relinquish, yet too rational to have filling their lives. Things they have earned. Their things. Precious Thingsssssss.
I admit, I have some of these things…but I am learning to let go. I am feeling how much lighter my life feels, without the clutter of heavy burdens, and the things I no longer need. Because most things are meaningless. They are just things that can be changed, replaced or done without. They are not what makes our lives rich, or make us any more or less important. Things don’t care about you. And they can all be taken away so easily. Property, money…stuff. None of these are any measure, to genuine love, trust, respect or reliability.
What is important is who you are and what you do, not what you have or where you work. What is important is how you treat others, that are simply trying to live inside this same world.
And quite honestly, this doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice anything for anyone else. It doesn’t mean you have to give a fuck what other people think of you. It doesn’t even mean you have to go out of your way to impress or placate..but if you can inspire admiration or respect from strangers, or friends, or lovers without trying to…then I think you are doing it right.
Cheers Kids, have you made anyone smile today?