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 accommodative. Either ways I traced back the later half of the day to this thin layer of disgust. Destiny found it's mildest way to reason me with gratitude. 

Is this my brain wired to treat misfortunes as a lesson or rooting for "all is well"? The rhythm has changed which i didn't notice for a while as the closest ones adjusted their pace. Although the normality stared at me saying, "this is nothing even". Poured out, everybody is battling their own fears and ambitions. Ridiculous how it is the company bringing the joy. even in pain.