There are still good people in this world

So it is true. Amidst the derelicts and the scoundrels, and those who care to care about nothing at all; there are still good people in this world. If for nothing else, I like to imagine that we all snake through life striving to make connections, and find meaning in them. Whether a minor encounter or a major relationship, who we meet, what we read, where we go, is always a product of why we've done it. Knowing why we do the things we do is not always such a simple task. "Because", just doesn't always cut it. Dissecting the truth from the tall tale requires us to establish an understanding of ourselves, as much as it begs us to extrapolate what we think we've learned from experiences in the past. It can prove difficult to clearly see ourselves through our own eyes, but, there are rare moments, minor fractions of time, where such clarity is achieved via the lens of another. At best, or for the worse, it's the people around us that reveal the real as well as the wrong. It's others that help us to identify where we've fallen short and when we have executed. For the unbiased observer, there is no picking sides, only picking through details. Insecurities can be ironed out with a warm remark. Comfort can come in the form of a friend. The overarching knowledge that there are still good people in the world makes doing good things worthwhile. Hold steadfast to your laurels, but don't let arrogance's intrigue get the better of you. "Be good for goodness' sake". The rest will fall into place.