heart wrenching...

I was walking through the night market with my sister when I saw him. Sitting alone on the road surface,
with only a grimy of cardboard as his cushion. He was squeezed in between two stalls selling rambutans and langsat, the leftover skin and squashed fruit surrounding him as he sat there, listening to the cacophony of the night market.

Oblivious to his surrounds, he sits there with his plastic mug held out asking for spare change. He does not see the faces of the people walking pass, he does not see the stares...he is blind.

Is he a victim of circumstance? Is it self inflicted? Is it the lack of opportunities? Is it the lack of trying?

i do not know...

...it is heart wrenching...this i know

have you ever?

this is something that i came across on the weekend. it made me realise how often quick fixes are put forward in our society today. how seemingly kindly advise,antidepressants and how the 'should be' is bandied with little consideration or understanding of one's circumstance...

it made me ponder and it made me think about the way i see things, the way i do things...this is what i share today...

could you just listen - anonymous

when i ask you to listen to me and
you start giving me advice,
you have not done what i asked

when i ask you to listen to me and
you begin to tell me why
i shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings

when i ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem

listen! all i asked was that you listen,
not to talk or do...
just hear me
advice is cheap - radio, tv magazines
and newspapers are full of it

i can do for myself,
i am not helpless,
maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless

when you do something for me
that i can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and inadequacy

so please listen and just hear me
and if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn
- i'll listen to you

i hate these people

i press the buzzer, there is no response. annoyed i press it again, the door opens with a click and i step into the reception area. i sat on the sofa, waiting for my turn, aimlessly flipping through a magazine, looking but not seeing. my mind is on something else, the purpose of my visit...

i hear my name called, i step through the threshold. i see the reclined chair, i see the equipment, i see the lady standing in the corner and the smell of something being recently disinfected pervades my senses. then i see the man, hiding behind the mask...i start sweating, i start getting claustrophobic...

gosh, i hate dentists!