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Rat Race

Hello readers,
how have you been?

Im here to share another peculiar observation from my life. It has been 3 semesters of my college and 12 years of schooling that has made me realize something integral. Now, you might think "its so cynical this guy thinks" but, alas I cant help it.
          So, rat race as the tittle says is me referring to the journey of life and is has become a rat race for everyone who is born. A race where there is a dearth of compassion for our fellows, where we overlook everything for our own profit. You see everyday people, hordes of em, struggling through the buses and the metros each with a destination to reach. Too bad during this struggle we have forgot our being, it is almost a regular business where I have to intervene in "bus fights" and break them up. sometimes its the guy asking for another to walk with care, sometimes its another asking some guy to vacate the seat, and god knows what.
          I am probably boasting but a friend of mine praised me for helping a college-mate cross the busy roads next to my college, she told me how bad-ass I looked waving the traffic off and signalling them to stop and let him cross the road easily. This is when i realized what i was like before, the kind and the helping one but, I guess transience is the defining trait of us humans, maybe there are people like me but, i just dont see them yet, or perhaps they exist but im too busy noticing their flaws.
         As it turns out we dont always see what we want to see :P
 
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