☺️kindness

As someone who writes a lot, I know that most of the people don't read me.
Now let's be honest,like who would really like to read a rant full of pages:)
But I write, I write because ik it's the only way to express something that many of them are feeling but they can't express it.
So here we go, I remember the day where it was raining and I was on a walk!
Like a walk, that day I came accross so many stories some of them made me think a lot of thing.. like a lot, being an overthinker I wasn't short of thinking anyways but still I stumble upon this one thing!
What one thing you ask?
Well,so there are many sub plots to this story so if you have time to read, let's get ahead.
Well it was obviously raining so bad I stood near a bus stop,
And over there,
There was this uncle he might be in his late 60s he had this small store,now imagine this it's raining heavily and you see this man beautifully arranging the stock that came in :)  the Passion that he had in his eyes handling a small business.
One wonders what not giving up looks like.
I then all of a sudden stumbled upon a dog,a "stray dog" since it was raining,the dog couldn't find a place to help itself,and then a girl aged around 5,she must have been with her mother,she simply took an umbrella and stood beside the dog,well I don't know what kindness looks like,but if it was anything in human form it must have been that girl.
Blurry but yet there was a hotel behind where I was staying the hotel owner didn't mind that we took shade of his restaurant,he even didn't mind that we sat there,what Amazing thing happened was that there must have been ten to fifteen people he gave shade,almost everyone of them got something from that restaurant.
Haha why am I telling these things?
I don't know I often wonder how there are so many people around us still nothing is yet interconnected everything, everyone is living their life.
The universe doesn't revolve around you,you revolve around the universe,the stories aren't About you, you make the stories up,the often rudeness that you endure isn't about you, it's a mixture of different emotions..

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