I just realized that people are choose, what kind of person they want to be.

I hate the fact that when I complain about a certain person, they reply to me with “ they are just elderly. Why are you taking it so seriously” Yes, I am taking it seriously because they were once my age as well and they had a choice they chose what type of person they want to be it’s not like they’re acting without thinking I seen how many kind old people so it’s not an excuse. I also realized that there is no such thing as a good person. There might be a good traits that a person has some have many well some have you few. It took me a lot of time to look for the good person, the perfect person but when I took a look at myself, I am not a good person I realized. But I choose to force myself to be one so one day when I grow old, I don’t become an emotional burden to someone else.