the city that kills humane

Unstable incomes.

Unaffordable prices.

Unsustainable living conditions.

These are the scenes that run through most of the minds in the city environment.

Kids who have to grow up witnessing so much of traffic, pollution and noise. Elders who had to witness the most isolated situations in their lives. Looking at either of them is the average first generation middle-aged middle-class human who takes the biggest hit upon arriving to the city.

The human often does not come to the city by choice. The human finds a way to live - or more aptly - the human finds a way to survive.

Can't shout at the boss. Can't escape the city. Can't access better living conditions. The human is helpless. As if some harsh punishment is given without any apparent reason. This causes a gradual build up of frustration - the kind that can break even the kindest soul.

With time, the symptoms of this will start to surface. Losing patience with people on the road, getting easily triggered with family members, the constant feeling of injustice running on mind.

Unfortunately, we can't erase the system just like that. But my gentle advice is this - if you are a human living in the city with access to better peace of mind, and if you happen to come across other unfortunate humans - remember to be humane. Being kind is strength. It is resistance.

If you see people frustrated more than you think they should - maybe think from their point of view. Understand them. Ask questions - "What happened? How are you? Is everything alright? How can I be of help?" Listen to them. If required, say sorry - your ego shouldn't be a larger problem than their lives.

Life's not easy. Neither it's fair. But it's definitely better for some than the others. Once we accept this, we can try doing whatever we can to stand with the unfortunate humans.

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