Point Of View

I ride my motorcycle this day, through the city. I saw them, how they are worked for the life that they are believe. I see them, I see how the hard it is. The struggle to something.

I just stopped because the traffic light is red, my head turned to the right. He was look at my eyes for a sec, but my heart feel something. He was shame with his job, a pitchman, but after that he looks more happy, I don’t know why but I believe that he was thinking about this

“I have a life, I have a job, and now I am working. I don’t care if people think that my job is a shameful. But I will do what should I do for what I want in the future. People will always judge no matter who I am.”

I don’t know why that words just coming to my head when he turned his head back to his work. I wanna say thanks to god because for a second I feel how other point of view about life. Sometimes I complain when I have a problem in my life, I want to cry when at that moment, screaming like my life is so worse, but life is not bad as we think. Just feel the pain--I know exactly some people are hurting my heart--and smile for a people that still loving you when they’re know your bad side and choose to stay.

My drawing skill is still bad, my English too, sorry if I have mistakes and don’t aware it. Have a nice day J