There's a million good deeds each day left undone. I tried to give a homeless guy half my sausage roll the other day, and he said no, he already had some from someone else, sitting cold in a bag beside him. Gave him the last of my money, which was virtually nothing. About 27p. I had waited until after buying my sausage roll. 'Every little helps' he said. I talked with him and we had a laugh, then went on my way feeling virtuous. Christmas after all.
I still remember that event, although it was the most pathetic attempt at charity. I wonder if that is for the benefit of my ego rather than genuine compassion. Because it is so exceptional, that I noticed it and remembered it.
Such acts should be so regular and instinctive that I don't even notice them. Let alone writing about them for public approval.
We all have disgusting self-obsession at our cores, which defiles the world with human filth. Those who wish to affect change, do so through the raising of their own flags for all to see, and decrying others while ignoring their own stench.
So whilst some blame the bankers, or some even 'the west', few turn the torch inward to illuminate the true blackness of their own soul. For what are you but a banker without the money.
I still remember that event, although it was the most pathetic attempt at charity. I wonder if that is for the benefit of my ego rather than genuine compassion. Because it is so exceptional, that I noticed it and remembered it.
Such acts should be so regular and instinctive that I don't even notice them. Let alone writing about them for public approval.
We all have disgusting self-obsession at our cores, which defiles the world with human filth. Those who wish to affect change, do so through the raising of their own flags for all to see, and decrying others while ignoring their own stench.
So whilst some blame the bankers, or some even 'the west', few turn the torch inward to illuminate the true blackness of their own soul. For what are you but a banker without the money.
