Random Ramblings

How do they say it is ‘one world’? My world is not the same as yours.

The sea, the land, the air; each is its own world.

The starving girl in the refugee camp has a different world from the rich heiress walking into the restaurant tonight.

My pain colors my bubble, your ambition might color yours.

She buries herself in a book to escape, he drinks to forget. Her heart defines her world, his mind delineates his. So many kinds of happy. Many more kinds of unhappy.

So many people, just as many worlds. My world is not the same as yours.

I accept that just because I am not bad, it is not that I am good. Good requires voice and deed.

If I have not hurt, it does not mean that I have helped. Being comfortable comes with the responsibility of not looking away when others are attacked.

If I am not inflicting harm, it is not that I am harmless. My silence on seeing injustice is a potent support for oppressors. My inaction and apathy are the very reason that the abuse continues.

Every time I say’ ‘that is wrong’ and do nothing, I am doing wrong.

We owe a thank you to so many strangers, to those we probably will never meet again.. Have you stopped to think?

The guy who opened the door and made you feel valued. The barista who made a little extra effort and made you feel special. The man on the scooter who stopped to wait with you because you were alone in a broken down car, and made you feel safe. The nurse who got that extra warm blanket, and made you comfortable. The ice cream maker who gave you that extra cup of the last batch and made happy. The lady on the train ride who read your children's story in the paper and remembered your name. 

Have you made a stranger want to thank you?Have you stopped to think?