The subject of our own humanity is something that people like to avoid, simply because there are too many “what ifs” and not enough “I know”. Society is set in such a way to stay to yourself and not get into the world of others, that you would probably be treated like a leper if you tried to talk to a random person on the street. I always wonder why we are so awkward that it is nearly impossible to start a friendly conversation with someone-I’ve had this issue many times and it is not fun. But if our general upbringing has taught us to be nice to others, then why do we freak out when we’re faced with another less fortunate person? Why is it that we are able to turn our back to those we know are suffering, even if our heart is telling us to do otherwise? Do we just stick to the excuse that we are busy with our own lives and don’t have time with the problems of others, or are we just lying ourselves to save us the trouble of simple human interaction?
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