At some gas station, I heard mewing from across the street at a truck stop. A kitten of no more than 9 months was under a truck begging loudly for food, chasing the feet of passersby and mewing in a cartoonish, gravelly voice. I think that truck driver obliged, but I was struck by how circumscribed that cat's life was. I felt very bad for that single life, and immediately realized how pitifully insignificant that one kitten's circumstance was against all the deprivation across the world.
It made me appreciate how precious each individual's existence is, and how we have to be glad for every little bit of fortune that comes our way.
A ways down the road was a vet's. I wonder if I ought to have scooped the kitten up somehow and delivered it to the vet. Maybe the notion of karma is to remind us to do good when we can.
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