Good

I hear people use this word a lot, but I’m still unsure of it’s meaning. ‘Well’ and ‘Lucky’ are similar, people use them without thinking. “You did a good job on your work today”, a teacher
might say. “Be a good friend and people will be nice in return” a parent says to their kid. “You’re so lucky, my parents won’t get me the new video game” a jealous child says to their friend.
“You’re well off, we still can’t afford to get the pool fixed” a jealous parent says to their friend. Used so sparing, the words taken for granted like so many other things in our life.
We are all lucky, in the same way none of us are. The chances of us existing is so very small. People refuse to think of themselves as speck on a planet in a massive universe, because they
don’t want to feel small. Thinking about it makes them sad, but they are small. They argue that if they’re so small why does anything they do matter? Because to an ant, we are gods. The
massive things that have the power to strengthen and weaken them, to bring them life and kill them with a snap of our fingers. Everything we do effects them in the same way it
effects the planet. But they have power, you have power, I have power. We forget how lucky we are to live, drink, eat and, the biggest luxury of all, smile. We have the power to affect the way
we live, the way those around us see us, the way our little piece of the world works every day

Two wrongs don’t make a write, and there have been so many wrongs in the world so far. So do something. See your friends’ favourite lollies in the shop and buy it for
no other reason than the fact you know it will make them smile. Give your family a hug for all those days you didn’t. Smile
now for all those times it felt impossible. Because before there was ‘Great’,  ‘Amazing’ and ‘Wonderful’. Before ‘Joyful’, ‘Lucky’ and even ‘Well’, there was good. The world isn’t good, what’s
happened in the past isn’t good, most people in the world aren’t good. But even just for one day, try.
Be good.