Different shades of Despondency (Part I)

Meanwhile you're busy reading this post or playing with your smartphones, there's a different world out there. A world where people are struggling hard to LIVE. People for whom every fucking day is a nightmare. We're all aware that they exist, but we just don't care. :)

While traveling from home to tuition/school everyday there's a lady whom I notice sitting shabbily dressed up in the Public Park. She might be around 60. Or maybe way too young but her physical condition suggests she's 60. Every time a vehicle or pedestrian crosses her, her right hand starts wagging convulsively and she murmurs something in a voice too low to be audible. Perhaps she asks for food or money and undoubtedly, everybody just passes by without even noticing. I guess she knows that nobody cares enough to stop but still, she's sitting there cluttered everyday.

She is beautiful. I wonder what's her life story. And I wonder why am I so selfish that I never care enough to stop and make efforts to make her life better. Maybe because I know there are hundreds of such people out there. But even if a day passes when I happen to pass from there and I don't find her there, I get nervous and can't stop the thousands of negative thoughts that start clouding my head.

I hope there will come a day when I'll be able to gather strength and do something instead of just sitting here and writing this. I'm just an insensitive jerk to post this, but I felt like this should be here for me see it everyday and remind me I'm not a good human. Maybe that will motivate me. Maybe.