Beneath the number

Couple of boys belly downed on the side road near the entrance of the biggest shopping centre in the city. I tried to look at what they were doing in that position. They were sipping water from the ground with their face down so as not to get their hands dirty. That didn’t shock me though.

As I entered the shopping centre parking lot, however, I got shocked by the number of expensive heavy cars with different organisations’ names on them. Prices of cars are not the problem. But it’s the myriad of NGOs and institutions in the city where drinking black water from the ground still happens.

Thoughts on good-hearted

Long story short, I hate good-hearted people.

I don’t know if it’s universal. But I have a bone to pick with the so called good-hearted people. Being┬ákind and modest became a norm and a virtue in our society, as if it is the default set of proper human being. However, the rosy and lousy expectation that kindness is the superior of all qualities is just wrong.

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