Honestly….

I’m bored. I really don’t know why I am writing this but I guess its a place i could probably open up. I am a 17 year old kid in India and want to do something in writing. Anything. But its a lot tougher than I thought it was. Watching movies and shows as a child made me believe in miracles and that things are meant to happen. Things like destiny exist. Although, I come from a religious family, I do not believe in God. I understand the idea of a being who is all-powerful and is the one who made us, but it isn’t something that I really want to follow.

I love to help people. In anyway that I can. But sometimes, the person who needs that help gets it too late, and then you wonder if you could have helped them and if yes, then why didn’t I ? I don’t want to know that feeling but sadly I do. So many people that I know need help in some way or the other and I try. I do. But its never enough and that is one of the worst things for me. People feel such pain in different manners. Someone left you. Someone suicides. Someone just hates you. What can you do about that ? No, really. What can you do ?

See, I never thought that helping other people can have such a toll on you. You find yourself changing. You drown yourself in helping other people to such an extent that you forget about yourself. That’s exactly what has happened to me. So, I want to just finish this by saying that helping other people is amazing and great. But do not go to such an extent that you forget about yourself. I still need to understand this myself but I hope that it works for whoever reads it.

Thanks for reading.