Thursday, October 05, 2006
No, this isn't about Manifest or Warcraft. I'm not -that- shallow.
Occasionally you notice stuff about life. Occasionally it's sad, sometimes it's all good.
This is one of the rather sad, but ultimately good type of post. It's heart wrenching, heart warming, aww moment type of post.
Was returning home yesterday *edit --> last week* from purchasing Warcraft, and sitting in the tram. Slightly crowded, some minutes ride to home and I'm impatient incase I missed dinner. There was an old man seated across from me, wrinkled face, slightly obese body. Kindda reminded me of grandma, how all the old people have this sad faces and droppy eyes. He started looking through his purchases, staring at the back of each DVDs, and then unwrapping the clear plastic and clenching it in his stubby little fingers. Putting the DVDs back into the bag. Then he took out another....and attempted to unwrap it too.
For the whole moment......how fragile.
How the moment was so tenuous, the amount of details you could absorb looking at another person, even on a tram. He was old and slightly fat, and not beautiful, holding things in his little fingers and unwrapping very ...very slowly.
It's the type of moment in which one person could look at it, and feel....the person is so sad, so weak...so fragile and we don't even know the person. And it's also the kind of moment in which you attempt to describe to another person and fail at all the inadequate words.
For emotions cannot be summed up in words....too few, too undescriptive to involve every vulnerable tremulous feeling.
Then you notice the woman on the adjacent seat, staring blankly at the window, out the window, perhaps wondering thinking, what's life like on the other side, perhaps she's sorting out her shopping list, perhaps she's thinking of her little girl's birthday present, perhaps she's worried about her ailing mother.
And the person next to her, and the one after that.
On the tram you don't look at anyone in particular. In fact the situation is often so uncomfortable so passive, so routine, you tend to look away. You stare at the railing, the white wall, the window, the seat, your bag, your hands, all to avoid looking at the human being seated beside you, infront of you, before you.
They have their own stories to tell.....
It's kind of sad when you make it a point to ignore others...just like they are ignoring you.
The next day however, there was a young lady who stood up to give her seat to an elderly woman....
And a few hours later, another woman did the same for another elderly person. Different trams...different people..same generosity.
My heart distinctly warmed up.
And then I wonder if I would do the same.
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 3:47 PM
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