Today I witnessed the kindness of strangers a couple of times, and it felt as beautiful as always.
I tend to forget this feeling, but life somehow unravels it under my eyes, everytime I forget about it. This kind of beauty never ages or fades. But it always surprises me in such a warm, fuzzy way.
I saw it in the morning, in the eyes of a homeless old man, feeding his two dogs. His house was his small bag and of course, his two dogs were his family.
He was looking at them, like a man in love with the world, with a big sparkle of love in his eyes. Like this life has giving him all he ever needed. Like all the beauty in the world was there, laying under his eyes. Everything was sufficient. He didn t need anything else. He had his two little ‘boys’ with him, so he could have conquered the whole world anytime.
I never felt that way, it was such an unknowing feeling for me. I always need something. I always think that I can do better/ have better stuff in my life.
Sufficiency is so rare…
So I stood there and watched him caressing those cute puppies, like nothing in the world mattered anymore. I couldn t leave. I was stuck and mesmerised, in the same time. I was thinking to myself that when I get home I have a lot of food, that I have the luxury to even choose what I want to eat.
He did not.
And it felt sad, like it always does when I see homeless people. But this time was a bit different. He was not sad, he did not ask for food or money, like the others do. He just wanted to share his smile and his story.
Who was I to say no to that? I did not.
I went and bought some food, nothing much, just for a meal and some bread. When I gave it to him, he said that I shouldn t do that, that he always manages to provide for his little family.
I almost started crying. I can t describe that feeling. I felt sorry for him, but in the same time, I felt pride, because he was trying, he did not give up, he was still fighting.
He started to eat, but not before he took the bread and shared all of it with his family. The dogs ate it with such an appetite and such gratitude. They knew their dad always takes care of them, no matter what.
I had under my eyes, the very best portrait of a small loving family, but most of all, the portrait of a loving and caring father.
The love they shared was out of this world. I left crying, thinking I have much more, but I don t give this Universe the same gratitude they do, and I felt ashamed.
Lesson learned, dear Universe.
Promise I’ll do better, and I hope when I don t, you ll be there to share with me another emotional lesson as you did today.
I guess a lot of us don t know how beautiful this life can be if we’d just accept everything as it is, or just stop comparing ourselves with the people who have more than we do, rather than the people who don t.