hold this way up

Sat on a bus next to an empty seat yet people chose to stand. Where has our relation with the one another gone? What seems like an age ago people used to converse with total strangers on the bus about meaningless things but they still spoke.

Chivalry has died as much as it hurts me to say. It now takes a special person to give up their seat for an elderly person or an expecting mother. Why is it that when I see this, what used to be routine act, that I am amazed and a sense of “well done that man” comes over me, expressed to the world by a smile.

We have become so comfortable situated in our own box with out familiarities and creature comforts but what happens, when once in a while, your soul purpose isn’t yourself. What happens when you go against all that the British culture tells you to do and reach out to someone , in someway. Like, picking up a babies dummy when they drop it, or picking up someone’s scarf or even acknowledging their very existence with a good morning or a hello. You lose nothing but theoretically that one act can make someone’s day. What if that dummy is the only dummy that will send that baby to sleep? What if that scarf belonged to her mum who just recently passed away. Or what if that one person you said hello to needed some reassurance that even though they are a molecule in this grand design they still matter. The machine works because all of the clogs are working. it’s a possibility. We ourselves are possibilities. Our very existence is a result of a sequence of extraordinary possibilities.

Don’t look for a reward for these acts. You don’t give to receive. Why should you have a fanfare every time you do something polite, something that shouldn’t really be asked of you? Knowing that you’ve done it should be enough. That you alone has changed the direction of that persons day if only for a moment. 
 
its always worth a shot