You know that feeling when you just want to stay chill at one side then look past the window to see a cluster of people running up and down in schools, all doing a job, it may seem like they are lost or just aimlessly scurrying but that's not true. We all have something to do, a job, appointment, things that needed to be done, perhaps a little destiny. Staring actually eats me. I feel like a tiny ant under a huge magnifying glass, it's like every bit of me being excruciatingly scrutinized and yet how hypocrite or rather ironic of me to do this to someone else. Perhaps, I find it enjoyable and entertaining to watch people? It just makes me wonder how a person with disability, with a body that isn't whole can be so happy and then there are people like us with whole and perfectly bodies who are always less than happy. Or maybe laughter is the remedy and laughter makes one whole and perhaps people who are handicapped in some way or other will be more whole than the rest of us will ever be.
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