It was about a week ago I found myself in my usual routine to class. It was on the way that I saw a woman sat at a desk, crying. Her phone was in her hand as she nodded to the screen, wiping the tears that were streaming down her face.
It was in that moment that I thought how I, along with a multitude of others, could be having the best day of our lives while someone else, or several people even, wherever in the world, could be suffering from their worst.
I didn’t know or recognize that woman, but I could empathize with how she was feeling, despite whatever she was going through. I regret not saying anything to her sooner, but to be fair, it was quite clear she was on the phone.
It’s days like those where everything seems normal and fine but something as simple as running late to work or school or someone making a comment can spoil your mood—like a film suddenly turned black and white.
And if it’s a series of unfortunate events, it can feel like a case of bad luck, that nothing can possibly go right.
It’s funny because as I was writing this column in a park, I was having a pretty good day while I saw a goose attacking a girl. I’m kidding. But I was reminded of a sentiment Katrina, the fortune telling panther in Animal Crossing, says:
“Bad luck is just luck that is bad. And remember that bad times are just times that are bad.”
I used to think she was so woke (still do) but you get it. Next time you’re walking around having a pretty good day and you just happen to see someone having a not so good day, try to let them know that everything is going to be okay, or mind your business (either one works).