Sometimes, I’d like to just grab all the carefree, unburdened souls in the world by the collar and dump some pain, anguish, sorrow down their throats.

It’s one thing to be blissfully unaware. It’s another to be blatantly ignorant. There are people suffering out there for whatever reason EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE DAY, and all you’re concerned about is your own sad little existence? You are ONE soul in a world of six billion, what exactly makes you special? It’s this concept of individuality, of  “I’m better than everyone else” that’s turning society into a heartless mass of selfish pigs. GROW UP. AND LEARN TO SYPHATHIZE.

I know what it’s like to be down-on-your-luck, and scorned by all those around you. This is why when I see a streetperson, I do not shirk away. I walk up to them and I empty my change purse into their cups.

My grandmother told me I had “too much heart” when I was younger. This may because I follow the Buddhist principles at heart, or maybe I’m just reluctant to add more apathy to world that needs no more.

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