Some people come into our lives as blessings, and some come as lessons. I don’t know what I mean to others or how others see me, but for me, there are a few people whom I feel so lucky to have met, even though I may not have been able to do anything good for them. There are also people whom I wish I had never met. If I am ever the person someone wishes they had never crossed paths with, my sincere apologies go to them. Because, of course, there was a time when I was at my absolute worst. There was a time when I was selfish and didn’t know how to distinguish between what was right and what was wrong. As I grow older and the days pass like any other ordinary days, I find myself wishing to do good for people, be kind to them, be helpful, and, at the very least, be harmless. I get hurt, I gossip, and I say bad things sometimes, but at the end of the day, I genuinely wish everyone well. Sometimes, I introspect and realize that I have talked too much, especially about someone, and I in...
Why do people feel the need to look down on others? I don’t understand why people feel the need to make others feel small. We are often judged by the way we dress, the work we do, the cars we drive, and the things we own, but rarely by the kind of person we are. The car one drives, the phone one uses, and the brand of clothes one wears have somehow become measures of a person’s worth. Since when did the things we own become more important than the person we are? Every person is different, and we should never judge someone simply by how they look or what they can afford. Being from a middle-class family, I have seen people look down on those driving cheaper cars, wearing thrifted clothes, or simply not looking “high standard” enough for them. I can never afford to look down on people. And honestly, I can never bring myself to make allies with relatives simply because they are doing better financially or living a life that looks more luxurious than mine. Sometimes, I wish I had a magic w...