As I was commuting from work (which is starting to drive me crazy) this afternoon, a kid got on the jeepney I was riding in. He was probably walking home from school when the jeepney finally came by and he decided to ride instead. He was about six years old and alone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his baggy pants a little dirty, his fingers playing with a ten peso coin, and his hair damp with sweat.
For no reason.
I was just suddenly happy that this kid reminded me of the simplicity and beauty of life just by looking at him. How wonderful to remember that once, I too was a child who had endless dreams and great belief in the world, life, and people. How wonderful to know that the world has great people called children.