How
do you not look around when you re moving on the road? Or are you really
watching closely ?
The
negligible person that you smile at , or someone who serves you coffee,
Remember them?
You
smile at them even when you don’t know their story.
Let’s
face it. Everyone and I mean everyone has a story.
Where
they came from and where they are going. What is their purpose of life or even
if they have one ? Searching for the one or moving around hands in hands with
them ?
Counting
your blessings or counting your misfortunes?
