A story of pain

My main goal of establishing this weblog was to spread joy and to share my surplus energy and enthusiasm with others , however, I will hate myself if I pass by people’s problems without even considering them worse a mention.
I consider myself a very lively and optimistic person with very few problems and obsessions typical of my class and age , I actually don’t care enough to bother myself thinking about matters which concern my likes. However , sometimes I see things which bruise my soul , annoy me to the bone , my spirit shakes uncontrollably , my heart-beat quickens , my eye pupils extend in size ,I sweat , become drained and void of enthusiasm to see the everyday beauties of life. One such time was last night , I haven’t recovered from it yet, I took a taxi , sat in the front beside this plain skinny dark-complexioned man in his thirties , his face awkwardly decorated with a thin moustache. The driver was a rather young good-looking man on whose face I could spot beads of sweat despite the very cold weather , his eyes nearly falling closed . As soon as they started talking I could feel the invisible flow of wounds landing on my soul. They talked of politics and social problems , manifesting a very simplistic yet rational understanding of politics and sociology , and finally of the hardship they had to go through everyday . Momentarily I was ashamed of myself for not sharing their difficulties. It was minutes before Midnight , the man beside me had just finished his second job . He hadn’t paid his rent ,he admitted, for two months . He earned little above what he had to hand to his landlord out of his two jobs . Talking of his little cute daughter whom he hadn’t seen awake for a weak and what ambitions he had nourished in mind before marrying the one he used to love but doesn’t afford to love any more formed tears in my eyes , I looked away not to let them notice I was interested to hear more . The driver’s story was as painful . Despite working hard he couldn’t meet the ends , claiming he had forgotten the taste of red meat . Likes of these people are not few around us and blithely unaware of their presence we keep obsessing over ridiculously abstract concerns . I am unbelievably happy I am not very rich , how could I otherwise look myself in the mirror .feels bitter to helplessly look around and have no bigger gift than a sigh to give .
Let’s do something please