Newsflash.
I am no perfect citizen.
I am not the most gracious and genuine human being.
I just know that if someone didn't pay the same respect to my Grandmother
I would raise absolute Hell.
A week prior, as I was getting up for my stop, a young man deliberately raced ahead of an older woman for my seat, grabbed for his headphones to plug in and threw his hood over his head to pretend he was sleeping.
I couldn't tell if I was more appalled by his deliberate lack of common sense, or the fact that now-a-days etiquette, compassion, and simple manners, are nothing more than a selfish attempt for a comfier ride.
I see, I hear, and I take in a variety of different scenarios each and every day. I take the time to listen to stories, watch couples interact and observe peoples mannerisms, all while sipping my morning coffee and gazing at the city scenery outside. I take great pleasure in my quiet time to just observe. And ever-so-Lindsea-like..
Jot down how I feel about it.
Today's latest and greatest begins with this memo and reflection on why I feel so drawn to write.
"There came to a point where there wasn't any space left in my head, I had to get it out, I had to release them. I had to write these damn things off my mind. After that, things just seemed to flow more easily. What followed was action, which I've come to learn now is the greater half of the battle. The part I thought would do itself, but never did. I craved to prove these thoughts that were conceived in my head, born on paper, and alive on Earth. As Mother Teresa said, "Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted, according to the graces we have received. Let us not be ashamed of slow to do the humble work."
Do not be afraid, embarrassed, or shy to make an appropriate statement.
If you see wrong, address it.
If you see right, praise it.
xo. Love and Humbleness p&p's
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