good people

we all want to be good people. i like to believe that we are all programmed to do what we feel is right, and the only difference is in our confused definitions of right and wrong. i believe that even obnoxious people, or criminals, or homicidal sociopaths think that they are doing something worthwhile, or at least justified. they are just really, really misguided that's all.

i want to be a good person. i think it's a wonderful thing to be able to make someone smile, or at least to know that i made a little positive difference to someone's life. sometimes i get it right, sometimes i get it very wrong, but that's life isn't it? all of us fumbling around blindly for the light switch, the door, our glasses....and maybe it's not our fault if we grab a hot iron by mistake, but still, damage done. and all we can do is wait for the wounds to heal and then start fumbling again :)

today the building shook. for about a minute. we joked about it, but deep inside, we all knew that somewhere else in the world, someone's world had just been turned upside down.

thank God i live in Singapore...