Social Capital
"The train is so not disabled friendly, How difficult it would have been for the person amputated to survive the looks, What about the ones who don't even have someone to notice their dry eyes?" Thoughts rushed in. It might not be my degree, but the unforeseen pain which made me more compassionate. Seldom thought about my social capital, for now, it is the hope infused around. It is the skillful balance of reassuring the universality of pain, while not underestimating. It is the ability to show me the world thoughtfully. Breathing in all the main character energy with the wind rubbed by the fast moving train, I sat with utmost satisfaction of being in own seat. It was the relief from the rare uneasiness while sitting cramped by changing the seats for a family and sharing with a fare dodger, framing my argument passively not to hurt the religion (context not revealed (Article 19?)). I can't defend if it was that bad for me to ponder upon the worthlessness of being...