It's easier not to notice, it's easier just to block out the injustice and the pain. Normally. I don't even look, let alone care but patterns are always broken, otherwise nothing would ever change. Without change we would live a life of ignorant bliss, no pleasure just survival. Today, though, a small child sitting in rags catches my eye, so small many wouldn't have noticed even if it stood right in front of them. I noticed though and that's why everything changed.
