I came back last night from a short shopping trip to Bangkok, Thailand. I cried when I thought about the begger on the street that very night when it drizzled when I was on the way for dinner. As he prostrated down the ground and repeatedly nodded his head. I stood there silent, and try to hold back my emotions as I didn't know how I should react.
He crawled on the ground and as he reached a pool of water, he pushed aside with his arms stretched. It tears me when i look back and saw how situations like these still happens.

As I lay in bed last night, I thought about him again and wonder where he sleeps at night.
Weather he ever had a "family"...where were his friends? and  how did it started.

I wonder about my dreams and pause for a second and thought about his "dreams". Did he ever dreamt about something else. Did he grow up wanting to be a person he once admired.

As my tears rolled like a broken pipe...I wonder what kept him going. I wonder if he ever cries himself to sleep. I wonder if he ever did fall love.

I look at myself that night and really asked for forgiveness on all the times I compared myself with others who had "more". A bigger paycheque, a bigger car, a family that is closer.

He reminded me that every night, to live life.