Older perspective

On the way back from the bus depot to where I'd parked my car, a tall, skinny, younger guy stepped out of my way and smiled kindly, with a little sheepishness. ''I hope he has a good life'', I thought to myself.

I've noticed of late that when I cross paths with a younger person who seems nice, that I mentally wish them a good life.

Not something that I would've thought of doing when I was in my 20s. A different perspective, now.


--GG