GentlyWeeping

I was walking home at about 1 last night, after a freaking long meeting for my damn marketing module, and well on my way home there was this man, had to be at least 70, hunched over carrying two large plastic bags full of stuff.

And then you know altruristic feelings started to emerge within me, like hey maybe i should help this man out. I mean i felt that at 70, i wldn;t want to be out at 1 am lugging plastic bags full of stuff, hell i shld be home with ppl looking after me. Well it would have been really great i guess if i really did go help that man out, but then of course there is always this invisible force that seems to stop one from doing something of this sort- what if he thinks i trying to rob him? can he understand me if i spoke to him? maybe he doesn;t need help? and all sort of this kind shit

and then i started to wonder ( like real only), if ppl were able help people regardless of any situation, help someone with the firm belief that even if our help were to be rejected it would be alrite, wld the world then be an easier place to live in. Its amazing how people are willing to sacrifice everything for an ideal, yet choose not to do anything about the most apparent conditions of others next to them.