Back then I used to be scared of thundering, now people scare me more…

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Back in my early teens, lightening and thundering scared me so much that every time the weather became gloomy, I prayed that it just rained peacefully. I became so fearful of them that everyday after coming back from school, I used to inspect the movement of clouds in the sky. I prayed that the clouds never engulf the sky. I stood positive till I saw the last part of the blue sky hoping that the mighty sun wins. Mostly it did not. Other days, the rain used to save my weak heart. Maybe thats the reason, rain and I love each other. It saved me. It still does. However, lightening and thundering do not scare me anymore. Now, people do! I see how things change as we grow up. The innocence turns into experience, yet nothing can replace the beauty of innocence. I will never deny that I miss my innocence the most. I miss my younger self who used to believe that everyone was good. I miss that kind self who did not think twice before offering a helping hand to anybody irrespective of who they were, where they came from…

Now, whenever I see people giving labels to helpful people, demeaning the kindness they have. Now I see how people claim that nobody is selfless and all are selfish. They want to make it a point that nobody will help, support, love anyone unless he or she has some hidden motives. But why is it not possible? It certainly is. Yes we have both good or bad in us but is it not possible that someone just grew the good and stopped feeding the bad? What should thos people be called? Mad? I wonder why should anybody be categorised anyway. We all can co-exist because we are wired that way and this world is created that way. But no! We have people who will do anything and everything to put labels on people and ensure they shrink to the extent of disappearance. It saddens me immensely to see some kind souls losing it to this mean world or should I rather say losing it to this world full of mean people. How ironical is it! The people uncapable of doing good to others making sure that those who have this gift in them are crushed.

Talking about me, I too had a little good in me. I dreamt of inspiring people, supporting them, setting myself as an example. Little did I know that my goodness will be made my crime. I was labeled in the most inhuman ways. Let me tell you I tried to fight back but lost. It is hard to get back up when your existence is questioned. people do that to you. they can actually kill any good that is left in you.

As much as it kills me to say this, but I still have to because that is the bitter truth of my life right now: if I knew that human race was capable of doing so much bad, I would have preferred not to have been born at all.