The Art of the Lonely Good Deed
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We are often given chances in life to go beyond ourselves. These could be random happenstances, things which only we notice, and which we may choose to ignore - or not.    If we pay attention and choose to clutch at those moments and do something tiny, unwittingly we invite, if not the appreciation at least a nod, from the universe. Maybe nothing changes, maybe nobody notices, but here’s the thing - we change, in tiny degrees but enough to shift something inside us.   The quietness in this is important, the element of shy boldness is a prerequisite, the lack of noise is a given. We should do, we should move on.   So, what does this unheralded, unspoken of, often unnoticed, act do to us?   I think, apart from the loud gifts of DNA bestowed onto us, we are also a growth of things we do, an amalgam of all the traces left behind in us of the deeds we do stolidly or impulsively.  But something shifts inside us. Something tell us - we are better for it. To be a good human being does not need headlines or acknowledgment, as it is sufficient in itself. And this goodness radiates out, and people who know nothing of it, also wonder and gravitate towards this basic element which shines through. Because this is a secret which nobody can see but everyone can sense. And makes people dip into their better selves.   The fire grows, as it were, with just a sense of the flame. And the world is a better place for it.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on good deeds which fall on us like soft rain -  A Legacy of Kindness Maybe, a Little Kindness Why We Should be Happy with Berry Jam on Table Edges Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Artemis by Sascha EndeFree download: https://filmmusic.io/song/6934-artemisLicense (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license & String Impromptu Number 1 by Kevin Macleod
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