An old lady in a wheelchair held up a can for a donation for some organization. I pretended to look away, tried to avoid eye contact. I quickly darted my way across the road, walked hurriedly because of what, I didn’t know. I was in a hurry. I was in a hurry, so I looked the other way. I was in a hurry, so I couldn’t even spare some change.
When was the last time we cared about something other than our own comfort? We go about hurriedly in life, chasing after our so-called dreams of money, cars, hot girls, good skin, Chanel bags, alcohol and parties. When was the last time we did something that was not for ourselves? When was the last time we looked a homeless person in the eyes and told them the truth that we do not have money in our pockets but that we have a party to go to, a new phone to buy, a new handbag on hold and because of that we can’t give them anything?
Yet we go on about our lives, looking at what people we barely even know will put up as a status on Facebook. And watch religiously every night to find out what scandal the rich and famous have gotten into.
Yet we go about everyday chasing our so-called dreams.
Sad thing is, you and I, and pretty much everyone else will most likely forget about this.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Yet we go about chasing our so-called dreams...
"The thing about the rat race is, even if you win, you’re still a rat."
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