The usual mute tissue seller old lady slowly approached me just now as I was having my usual kopi at the kopishop. Instinctively, my right hand reached out for my wallet in my back trouser pocket, took out a $5 note and gave it to her without taking the tissue. Depending on whatever small notes I have in my wallet, it could sometimes be $2 or $5 or $10. I visit this kopishop almost daily on weekdays. I guess its $50 to $80 for her each month. It's most probably insufficient for her monthly expenses, but I hope it helps a little. Well, if you think she's making a hefty sum from selling tissue, I doubt. I have observed more than often, that no one ever buys tissue from her, despite her moving around from table to table in her arthritis infected limbs. I am not sure what I can do to help, without "inconveniencing" myself. Giving a little money is the best I can do. I guess I am not a charitable or generous person as I don't want to saddle with issues she faces in her life by finding out about her story. I am probably a selfish person, sorry. I reckon she's going to sell tissue till she departs from this world, hobbling around in her painful limbs, making "strange" noises to catch her customers' attention as she is mute. Life has been lucky for me. Almost reaching six decades in my life, I am still solvent and comfortable. I have no major ailments unlike her. Why can't gods or goddesses make life comfortable for everyone? Or is it that there isn't a god and we are all nobody and will fade into a nonexistent matter once our time is up? Will there be reincarnation where I get to live and taste what she's going through and she gets to enjoy where I am now? Religions or faith gives humans a hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel, but how sure are we that it's not the slow illuminating light of an oncoming train? Am I normal having such thoughts? Maybe, maybe, my time is coming...
I really don't know.
I really don't know.
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