The man who sat behind me in the bus yesterday had had a lot on his mind. He was dressed in black suit, yellow tie and a pair of well polished boots, holding a file on his lap. He had sighed endlessly and unconsciously through the back breaking journey; the driver had swerved and turned in order to avoid the devilish pot holes. I had not looked back at him when I got off at my bus stop. My face was fixed on the ground as I walked tiredly through the street, there were some homeless folks lurking around the big trash at a corner of the road. I could tell without having to look up because I’ve seen them too often. Soon I was lost, in my thoughts of course; what could the problem possibly be with the man on the bus, he was dressed well enough. Maybe he had lost his job or had not been hired for one he applied for, maybe he had lost a relative, his father perhaps.
Our world is crashing, the political sector is flourishing with billions and trillions of embezzled funds while the economic sector is diminishing, swiftly, as though it never really existed. Hunger has taken over our lives, we thirst for plenty but we barely see enough. Suicide rate has doubled, crime tripled. Everyone of us is carrying something heavier than us that has made us forget our humanity infact made us lost it entirely.
If I had not been so buried in my own grave, if I had made an effort to check up on him or ask him if he was alright or looked into his eyes or smiled at him at the very least, maybe, just maybe this would not have happened. The news of a man who had jumped off the bridge as he alighted from a bus might not have been spreading now like wildfire. If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would rectify the situation even though I couldn’t think of how.
Let’s check up on another readers, our mental health is essential.
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