Driving through the streets of the city,
I witness an intense bustle of activity as is usual,
I see different classes of people,
ranging from top of the notch brand attired to casual and on to shabby,
the ladder’s steps are on display and it’s as bright as the sun for everyone keeping a keen eye.
I’m a person-watcher,
not with the intent to criticize,
I just enjoy watching how people act.
I like to compare and
contrast behaviors of people and personalities.
I simply like to understand the human nature better.
In my people-watching segments, my eyes particularly linger on the gray people.
My mind registers them as such.
These are people who blend in with their backgrounds.
They’re dressed in brownish-gray clothes and they don’t really stand out until you see them move.
They are mostly stationary and bundled in their blankets to keep out the winter’s cold.
Their chaffed palms are constantly rubbing against each other to prevent the numbness from creeping up their arms, and at this point I’m no longer a person-watcher.
At this point, I give up watching entirely because my heart constricts at the injustice of this all.
As my steps take me closer to my home, I begin hating myself and I wonder how selfish and unthankful I had been just this morning when I couldn’t find the right color of scarf to match my clothes or that I had run out of Colombian coffee when I could have easily brewn some turkish.
Why should these things matter?
But yet, it’s in our nature as humans to always move on. We don’t dwell on other’s needs as much as we do on our wants.
I respect the gray people, those who are still fighting on for a chance to live another day depending on a glimmer of hope that chance usually brings with it.
Life was cruel to them and life could be equally cruel to me.
Be thankful for the circumstances that have gotten you to where you are.
Your mentality, personality and status were shaped based on the favourable circumstances you were placed in.
So before you blame the gray on being the makers of their fortune, I want you to think about this:
Yes, we do have control over our lives and we can effect a change to improve upon it if it’s not to our liking, but to do that, you need the right emotional support, finances and education.
I refuse to believe that a person would rather prefer to live on the streets than to walk into a shop and ask for a job that would get him back on his feet. Why would they want to lay on frozen cobbled streets and frostbitten benches in the bitter cold?
These are daily thoughts and images that make me humbled and all the more thankful for what I am lucky enough to have.