Confused with Compassion

This word – compassion – came to mind and tears welled up in my eyes when I saw this old lady counting the coins at a coffee shop.

While walking home, I casually turned to look into the brightly lit eating place. People were having their suppers or late dinners. The television sets were on, but I didn’t notice what programmes were on. A guy was slurping his sliced fish noodles. A lady looked up and turned to me as I walked past. I looked away.

There, at a table just beside the pavement, sat an old lady all alone with a cup of black coffee, taking out coins from her pouch. She seemed to be counting her coins, the balance that she was left with at the end of the day.

I did not stop, I did not do anything. I walked past her and this huge bucket of emotions just emptied inside me. No particular reason, no catalyst, no nothing.

Confused with compassion.


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