Yesterday was my first time in the Union Station. Getting off from subway at 6 pm, I was suddenly surrounded by a huge crowd, and totally got lost in the big maze.
Looking around, I saw people rushing into all directions. Everyone seemed to know firmly where they were heading, and didn’t want to waste a second on the way.
While I was standing in the middle of the fast-moving crowd, like an idiot, a little boy in a stroller passed by. He was holding his hands high up, looking at the wind running through his fingers, and smiling so happily.
He was smiling just because he felt the wind. It heals so much.
We stop to think.
We stop to talk.
We stop to do.
But for how long, we haven’t stopped to feel, wholeheartedly, just like a child?