Hopeful..

I walked past a big local market in my neighbourhood looking for some of the rare fresh food kitchen supplies for the week. It's a super noisy area, the sun is crazy overhead most of the time, you have to hold your bag, real tight as if holding onto it for dear life and then forget swaying yourself freestyle because you will be knocked down, a thousand times over.

It's always a happy time for me in this place because any form of shopping is always leisure time for me. As I buy these food stuffs, way cheaper and flavourful than in the uptown side, I am usually saddened by the way the sellers look. Their bodies seem overworked, they look older than their ages with wrinkles and large veins coming on too early. Their clothes, food stalls never seem to change for better. They multitask between luring you the buyer and grooming their toddlers and younger kids right there. It just seems like a hard knock life situation where they are looking basically to survive and realise their dream of affording the bare minimum of human basic needs.

I, however find inspiration to keep going forward from this bunch of humans. These people are the personification of hope because they still find a reason to laugh amidst the tough work conditions. They are the embodiment of selflessness and sacrifice because the way their kids look healthy, with beautiful skin tones and well built bodies, shows you their belief in, if they couldnt have much goodness in their lives, their children will get better than they did. What excuse do I have then, not to pick myself up, dust myself and keep moving myself toward the light, I seek?!