amy2kyo

Simple things made difficult. It’s hard to believe that some things could not be done without the consideration of time and space. I’m having sleepless nights, shutting my eyes for a few hours just to let the mind and body to rest. Why? Why do you need to force me?

An old man approached and told you that he’s a social worker from an orphanage. They’re in need of money (so they said) and asked you (who have a good heart) to do a good deed by donating. He added that a good deed will be blessed.

Will you donate?

My conscious mind tells me that they won’t go to the streets to beg for money. Somehow I feel that it’s bogus and they’d use the money for others. I always know that a donation in the form of cash or material comes from the heart. I would rather drop by the orphanage to give them the things they need instead of giving to those so called volunteers.

The world is sometimes too good to be true.