I don’t see myself as anything special. I’m not on this epic quest to build my kingdom, and you are not one of the forgettable comrades that I merely passed by to reach nirvana. Neither I am, to you.
Instead, each of us are these little dots in a very big circle full of dots. We go through different stages of life brushes off one another, transmitting a kind of energy everytime we do so.
Why do I keep meeting people? As much as I am charged up by making friends, I can’t help by wonder what’s the point of it all if they are going to leave me anyway? Especially when they got into a relationship, their priority changed tenfold. As sad as the truth is, I know that that’s actually the right thing to do, and someday I might have to do it as well to my friends. Not doing so would be unfair to my significant other.
Though I can’t really tell. I never know how if feels like to love someone much and be reciprocated. The thought is so foreign that I ended up crying because I just couldn’t imagine.
Have we become so self-absorbed? In this relentless pursuit of happiness, have we become so selfish that we put too much weight on the ‘I’? I need to be happy. I need to love myself. I need to do it not because of what others expected me to. Me, me, me.
What if I put myself in the shoes (or turban) of a pious man. God above everything else. No love for man should be put above Him. Then would I be free? Would I not be sad anymore? Yet if I haven’t go through all this journey of self, would I even be strong enough to turn to Him?