The few people who know me in person will have probably heard this story at some point during my random ramblings, but I’d like to share it with you in 250 words or less (not including this intro):
Traded everything for love – credit to Tumblr
Where does my inspiration come from? It always comes from the people around me, whether I know them or not. In this case, it was about 8 years ago when I was inspired by a homeless man. He approached me as I was waiting at the bus stop. Being Chinese, and him being Caucasian, he immediately struck up a conversation about race with me.
“You should ride these buses for free,” he mumbled incoherently at my general direction.
I tried to ignore him, but he knew he had my attention.
“We’re all the same: you and I. We all get hate,” he continued.
I smiled and nodded at him, trying not to offend him. I wasn’t worried about coming across as an asshole, I was more worried about whether or not he was going to touch me, stab me, or worse, lick me.
A few more pointless lines later, the bus finally came. The homeless man knew it was his cue to leave.
He didn’t ask me for money; he didn’t ask me for food; the only thing he wanted was a pair of ears to listen to him deliver a message. The final message he delivered was the one that stuck with me.
“I’ve read many books in my lifetime,” he said, still slurring his words, “and you know what they say about love?”
“You can’t live without it.”