Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
There I was waiting at the bus stop under the rain for a bus that I missed - cursing whoever built so many traffic lights in the Dublin city centre to such an extent that it does opposite of its real use…
Finally my bus pulls over at the bus stop and as i’m waiting for all the leaving passengers to depart, an old man with clamps appear.. making his way painfully and slowly down the bus staircase - trembling at a very slow pace but making his way down surely as one can be, as he even declined the offer of a young man’s hand to help him down the stairs…
Once off the bus, he was standing there poking something on the road with his walk stick…I follow his gaze and it was a flattened empty bottle - somehow he manages to sweep it off the floor. He then starts walking away with this flattened bottle in his hand…i still have my eyes fixed cold ice on him, holding the bus up as long as I could - and my eyes only blink when I see him throw the bottle into a rubbish bin…
Who would do that? Even people who can walk properly and are blessed with all the good fortunes of life, don’t flicker…Especially in this world, were being shrewd, smart and most importantly selfish are all good attributes of a survivor of the real world.
Seeing things like this…which i’m sure are many more…makes you want to just stop on your fast track and…
Smell the scent of the tiny flowers that are around you…
Even these tiny flowers, somehow induces the feeling in you…that if you just look hard enough, you will find goodness and just maybe…maybe start to think that world isn’t such a bad place afterall…
