Rush Hour
I was standing in Penn Station. I found a spot out of the way in front of the ugly Starbucks closest to the E train. I connected to their WiFi so i could enjoy my music while i waited for the Port Washington bound LIRR.
It was Monday morning and raining. Every commuters worst start of the week. At least it was mine when i was working in the city. Dripping umbrellas and puddles of water trailed every moving body.
I like to people watch i stood there gazing at all the different faces zooming by. Everyone was in a trance but me. No smiles just extreme focus and quick moving feet.
It was as if the world was passing me by at that very moment. I felt invisible. Here i am with bright red lipstick watching frowns and frustrations.
I wondered where they were going, if they are happy, sad, depressed, or if they ate breakfast.
I was then approached by a man asking for money to get coffee. Without hesitation i pulled out $5 and handed it too him. He then asked if he can get $10. I said no. Frustrated he waved me off and walked away.
I became annoyed but quickly gave gratitude to the fact that i have compassion and the ability to help someone.
Moral of the story: Tune into yourself the world will keep moving regardless. Be kind to yourself and others.