subway ride

Today I spent my day with John in the city. We went out to Brooklyn and it was my first time there. A rather enjoyable experience I might add.

On our subway ride back to Manhattan we had a nice little moment together.

John and I were standing on the subway and sitting down a ways across from us was a little baby strapped into a carrier. His mom was typing up an email of some sort and the baby was staring at us. John and I immediately started making faces at the baby. Cracking huge grins, sticking our tongues out, hell it got to the point we were playing peek a boo with a baby that was fifteen feet away from us. We were moving all around on a crowded subway, and you know what? We didn't care.

We didn't care what people though of us. We were doing anything to get a smile on that boy's face.

We had him smiling for a solid ten minutes straight before we were forced to leave our newest friend behind.

That little kid represented innocence. A pure form of innocence. Innocence for John and I as well as for the baby.

That baby had no idea who we were. He had not an inkling as to what our backgrounds were, what our intentions might have been, or where we were from. He didn't have any preconceived notions as to who is good or who is bad. No prejudices towards anyone around him. Nothing like that. He just wanted to smile. 

As for John and I we just wanted to make that little boy happy. Even if it was only for a ten minute subway ride. I don't know what type of home life that boy will have. I don't know if he has a father. I knew nothing about him, but I wanted him to be happy. 

On a subway full of people with their heads down, one little boy had his head held high.

It was pretty symbolic actually.

Shows you how the world can tear you down if you let it.

You have too many smiles in you to do anything else but smile.

The world will give you a reason to put your head down, so it's up to you to have reasons to do the opposite

Find those reasons.

NP: Somewhere Only We Know- Keane