Hello everyone!

It's 11:35 AM [ Wednesday]. I am sitting at a table in a bank and as always server is not reachable. Visiting banks and hospitals is not less than a nightmare for me. It's not because of the kind of crowd I witness here but because of the kind of person I am. Sometimes I hate being the way I am. 

I am pro at overthinking and overanalysing things. Whenever I visit such places my mind began to over analyse the people I met there. My eyes see nothing but pain and a lot of struggle which they are somehow trying to hide behind their happy faces.

Almost a month ago I visited a government hospital. There I saw a person who was not less than the epitome of not giving up. His hands were not in the condition to work. He was having polio and was all alone but still his attitude of not giving up filled my eyes with tears.

Imagine a person who is having polio in both his hands and legs but still he is not ready to give up. He brought medicines for himself and was trying to put them in the pocket of his shirt but he failed. I asked my father to help him because for me that was the least we could do to help him but my father denied.

He said that by offering him help in this way we will just make him realise that we are feeling pity on him and this will break his confidence for sure. And after a few minutes  he succeeded. He put those medicines into his pocket and was totally ready to leave the  counter. Suddenly our eyes met and I can't stop myself from smiling at him. He smiled back and that moment was priceless. 

Honestly, I don't remember his face now but that incident is unforgettable for me. That day I actually realised that “ God help those who help themselves”.

Even after being blessed enough we complaint about every inconvenience we had to face. Every day we pray to God  not for thanking Him for giving us enough but for complaining him for not giving us enough. No matter how much we try to stay positive a sudden wave of sadness is enough for us to blame everything on God. I wonder why we are like this? Why do we always remain unsatisfied? Why we can't accept the things as they are happening? 

Anyways this is a never ending topic. Finally,server is working but I am still sitting on the corner of a table because I am not brave enough to handle this never ending crowd all alone. I told you,I hate being the way I am.

Thanks for reading ❤