Ever wonder how much inner poverty results in cruelty against beautiful things? Being a silent student I encounter this monstrous trait inside these people so rampantly.
There is a flowering plant outside my gate, that is sort of adamant kind, it tries to grow and bloom in a hostile environment. Now, there are two sets of people that work around that spot, one is a harmless old fellow who sweeps the road and cleans up the weeds, he always spares them.
Then there are another set of people, i wont give them high scores as “good” human beings, every time they show up with axe they take care that it is gone, even if it is full of flowers. 😦