A small smile in the Big City

Being a fantast, I can't help but think of a world outside of my own. Even when such a plain can be a neighbouring city.

I live in Essex. Horrific reality shows aside, it's slightly liveable, though, that is a stretch. I'm constantly judged by my exterior. People who were born and bred here will make snap assumptions about me, leading to restrictions being placed upon my capabilities. More or less, diminishing what I can achieve.

Being yourself can result in feeling alone. This situation is often couched in sickeningly sweet sayings and mantras. With only these cloy statements to get you going, it's no surprise that people can feel isolated, even when their surrounded by hundreds.

It can be so easy to be overlooked; more so in a crowd. Even if you are unique from the common, it's hard not to be encompassed by insignificance, obliqueness, and to be a literal "Mr. Cellophane".

So what do I say to anyone who exhibits such emotions? Smile. Smile to that passerby. They may just open a door for an elderly lady. Who in turn gives sweets to her blessed grandchildren. That today, decide to rather than make salacious glances to, share their sweets with the not so privileged boy at nursery.

Little gestures like this - no matter how indirect - can make a difference. Even if you're living in an area that you feel may not be tolerable, make the duration worthwhile. Continue to be a nice person, you won't feel as small when you're aware that you enlivened someone's day with a simple act.

One day you'll be out of this bubble. Embarking on a new journey. What will you have done to make someone smile?

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