TearsI have cried many times in my life. Once when I lost my cat, as a kid, I cried as if the world ended.But then, I grew up to see it as a fact in the life. As time passed, I cried over other things. When I fought with my best friend, when my mother won't let me wear the dress I wanted to, when my father scoldme and so on. But again with time I saw they ar not really worth crying.
And then, someone broke my heart. I lost all hope, and will to go on. I completely gave up on my life. What's the meaning of going on, when I can;t be with the one I want? That's how I thought.
Until today. Today I saw a picture and read an article. Article about the world hunger. A picture of children looking more dead than alive, yet they were struggling to go on. What right I, who have everything I could hope for, easily within my reach, have to give up on life, when souls suffering that much can carry on?
Here I was, complaining of what I don't have, a mobile, a boyfriend, a pc of my own or freedom to be myself. Yet they were there, without a shelter over their heads, not a sheet to lie on, and craving for a bite of food I have often thrown away.
How can I complain?
The tears they have shed are much more worthier than those I have.
Today I realized, what life holds for me.
Today I began to care for the people suffering for no fault of them.