I am a little jealous.
Jealous of those I see who seem blissfully unaware…
Like when I stop the traffic behind me to let another driver into my lane, and the beneficiary of my generosity does not offer a quick wave, smile, or otherwise acknowledge my offering.
Or at a child's sporting event, when a young player scores a goal or makes a great pass and then looks into the crowd where mom or dad are seated, only to see mom or dad with their head buried in a mobile device updating their Facebook status.
Or when colleagues simply laugh at that one student who battles to stay awake in morning classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Nothing funny about the situation as I know the back story: It is not because the student stays out all night socializing with friends, but rather she works full-time on the third shift at a gas station to support her education.
I don't want to be blissfully unaware. I want to be that person who sees the stray dog and tries to help or that individual who sees an American flag laying on the sidewalk and stops to set it back in place. Raining or not.
I never want to lose sight of my surroundings. Allowing others to go first. Holding doors for anyone else near me. That the world does not revolve around me.
Perhaps, my jealousy is a reminder of what I should be doing. And the realization that...
the blissfully unaware probably don't sleep very well at night anyway.
Enjoy your weekend everyone.
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