The Old man and Me

Sometimes, the loneliest place in the world is being inside a room full of people. Loneliness is a sorrow given to but a few people, or so I think.

This afternoon I saw an old man gathering up empty plastic cups that was litering the gutter. I was eating then when I saw him and I almost cried. I don't understand why I feel so much for lonely old men. Maybe it's because I know how it feels to feel so alone in this world. There are no words to describe how vast and empty the world feels when you're lonely. It's as if everyone had simply left you behind because no one cares about you. It's absolutely devastating.

Someday I'd like to help old men like him. I wished I could have helped him now, but what could a poor student like me do, not only to him but to others like him? Maybe I'm being too much of dreamer to think that I'll help him later. The truth is, I'll probably forget about him and others, and succumb to the temptations of money and luxury. Or maybe I'll end up just as poor and helpless as him. I hope I don't, but the future is still wide and open in front of me. All I can really do now is hope, for him and for me.