A Positive Note to Oneself

You’re worthless. You’re hurt. You’ve been loathed more than anything.

Look around. What do you see in this suffocating throng?

"Faces," you say, "Loads of them."

Happy. Sad. Angry. Blank. But why do you care? They’re all faces. That’s all you need to know.

Now think about them. What do they see? Faces, apparently. Including yours. You are nothing more than just another ordinary person in the crowd. But what do they know. They are blind to the scars you’re wearing. Just like you are to theirs.

No one knows who’s been stabbed how many times. That’s the thing. We all are unaware. But think about it. You may be the worst one out there. But what you’ve dealt with may be a joke to others.

It all depends on where your train of thoughts carries you.

And then there come two turns in the middle which change everything and the selection divides the crowd into two groups:optimists and pessimists. And that’s how we come up to the answer: it’s all a game of thoughts and you are just another passenger.

But once you outrun that speeding train of thoughts, once you manage to take the driver’s seat, and you ask yourself, “What did I do?” your mind answers, “You just made a mistake because you are a human and like every other human, you learned. Only, with the least scars possible. Only in a much less terrible way than many others out there.”

Be thankful for that.