I wish I could wipe off all your pain and solve all your problems. Those crumbling your heart and keeping you awake at night. Those which fade away your smile and make you feel as if you have the burden of the world on your shoulders.
I may not be able to fix anything but I can be the shoulder you can put your head on when your worries are too much to bear. I can be your solace and listen to all that is bottled within you, the one who will never judge you, the one who will always care for you.
Though I cannot mend what broke you but I will always be there for you. So let me stay while you heal.
So, this is a story I had read somewhere which explains life perfectly. One day, it so happened that a girl in the class laughed as she saw the teacher write a wrong answer on the board. The school teacher wrote on the board the following –
2×1 = 2
2×2 = 5
2×3 = 6
2×4 = 8
2×5 = 10
2×6 = 12
2×7 = 14
2×8 = 16
2×9 = 18
2×10 = 20
When the teacher was done writing, he looked on the board and saw all the students laughing because he wrote the second equation wrong. He then said “ I wrote the second equation wrong intentionally because I wanted you all to learn something from this. “
He said, “This is for you to know how the world outside will treat you. I wrote correct answers 9 times, but none of you congratulated me. One wrong answer, and you laughed so bad. “
Here is the lesson – The world will never appreciate the good you do a million times but will criticize you for one wrong thing that you do. But stay strong and rise above the criticism.
This reminds me of a quote –
Once I did bad and that I heard ever, Twice I did good, but that i heard never.”-Dale Carnegie
We humans love happy endings. But does every story ends in a happily ever after? I guess no. Some stories start to end, some to teach us a life lesson and some to make us a better person. There are happy stories as well which give us hope and sad ones are those that show us the true mirror of life.
I always trusted happy endings. Since my childhood I loved the stories of Cinderella and Snow White where happy endings existed throughout. Life was never a fairy tale for me but it wasn’t a bed of thorns as well. What I fail to understand is that is it the fact that happiness is only meaningful when it is found at last and less significant when it is found earlier in life and is followed by unhappiness? Loving a happy ending is just a human abstraction where a happy ending is similar to death ending our life; a full-stop. But in life, happy and sad moments do not leave us. Life is unfair yet we crave for happy endings.
Things happen, sometimes good sometimes bad, but it is important to move on. It is important to be the person you are, not what your problems force you to be. In life not all stories have happy endings, some stay incomplete and some without an ending altogether. All you need to do is keep your head held high whatever be the situation.