Accepting situations

It seems the world runs on currency notes. Or wait, does it? In every walk of life, we need to shell out that piece of paper to obtain something. In such a driven world, help rendered without any aside intentions comes as a whiff of pleasant breeze to the face. We all love such a breeze, don't we!

I experienced this a good two months back. I had to walk a long distance carrying four bags on my person and along came a stranger on his bike. I had not seen that particular stranger ever, and that being so because I am aware of many strangers that I observe daily. He offered me a ride of around two kilometres, a task that would have taken me a good one hour approximately!

This is one of the many reasons why I believe the population of this world isn't so bad, after all. We blame others, those that emotionally hurt us, those that physically violated us, those that berated us.If anybody is to blame, it is ourselves. We base everything on past experiences and end up closing our eyes to the plethora of opportunities that something even as trivial as our surroundings can offer. 'Once bitten, twice shy' is a feeling and not a saying we are to follow. There is so much fun in attrition! Maybe that is why I was offered help. I was willing to walk the mile without any complaints.

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