I always feel that i am responsible for the people around me, and it is very hard for me to feel relax and totally relaxed. I feel that i have to care about them, love them, look out for them, walk with them, carry them, run with them, cook for them, clean for them, make sure they choose the right decisions.
There's always something i have to do for others, just to make their everyday life a little less harder.
And i sometimes feel that most of my day is about other people. The thing is i freely offer my help to those who need it.
Just yesterday i had a little time after all the cleaning and washing, and in between my studies and painting.. i had a little time for myself... i wondered if all the people i helped, are they worth it? Would they help me in return...
Could anyone have offered me help if i didn't help them in the first place. It's a cold cold world isn't it.
I doubt anyone in this society would offer to help. We are rats running everywhere all the time, running away from our bed in the mornings, and running back to it in the evenings.
Do we have that kindness in our hearts? We do don't we, it's just that everyone is too freaking busy to care.
Sometimes i feel that life shouldn't be like that. It should be filled with people who get up for older citizens in the train or bus, filled with people who buys food for the less fortunate and puts it in their begging cup, or help a blind man cross the street, or help the tourist who is loss, or help the old lady to pick her heavy bags....
Sometimes it saddens me so much, to see... everyone is for themselves...
Then who is for me? who would give me, a smile or an acknowledgement, who would help me...
God will. I can love others so freely because He first loved me.
There's always something i have to do for others, just to make their everyday life a little less harder.
And i sometimes feel that most of my day is about other people. The thing is i freely offer my help to those who need it.
Just yesterday i had a little time after all the cleaning and washing, and in between my studies and painting.. i had a little time for myself... i wondered if all the people i helped, are they worth it? Would they help me in return...
Could anyone have offered me help if i didn't help them in the first place. It's a cold cold world isn't it.
I doubt anyone in this society would offer to help. We are rats running everywhere all the time, running away from our bed in the mornings, and running back to it in the evenings.
Do we have that kindness in our hearts? We do don't we, it's just that everyone is too freaking busy to care.
Sometimes i feel that life shouldn't be like that. It should be filled with people who get up for older citizens in the train or bus, filled with people who buys food for the less fortunate and puts it in their begging cup, or help a blind man cross the street, or help the tourist who is loss, or help the old lady to pick her heavy bags....
Sometimes it saddens me so much, to see... everyone is for themselves...
Then who is for me? who would give me, a smile or an acknowledgement, who would help me...
God will. I can love others so freely because He first loved me.
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