I sit outside, and the train can be heard passing by; the railroads squeak.
A distance away, an ice cream truck is heard. The music from the truck sounds more distinct with the passing of each second; here comes the ice cream truck, it’s now directly in front of me, and its music stirs in me thoughts of childhood. The days when life was much more simple.
As I sit out here listening to the sounds of San Bernardino at night, and the crickets, I ponder. I ponder about what it means to be a good person. What are some attributes of a good person? A few come to mind:
A good person seeks knowledge, beginning with self.
A good person is a person that treats others with care.
A good person is open minded.
A good person doesn’t slander.
It is hard to be good, but that doesn’t mean that we should stop trying. Please feel free to comment your thoughts.