After 17 years and 8 months of walking upon this path of journey called 'life', I have not yet learned how to love. I have not yet learned what's the true meaning of 'kindness'. I have not yet learned how to live.
Instead, I went trough many kinds of misery.
I've known what it's like to be sick. I've known what it's like to be lonely.
I've known how it feels like to be left out of the pack.
I've known how it feels like to be betrayed.
I've known how it feels like to be talked about behind my back.
I've known how it feels like to be framed as 'the bad guy'.
I've been... rejected. Looked down upon. Hated.
It's true that I have not yet experienced the pain of losing someone I hold dear, nor the strive of living alone or the struggle of surviving from hunger. Thank God, it seems I never would have to.
But, all these experiences I've had, have taught me more than anyone could ever do.
By experiencing the pain of rejection, I have learned to accept.
By experiencing the burn of betrayal, I have learned to be loyal.
By experiencing sickness, I have learned to take better care of myself.
By being hated, I have learned to love myself more.
By knowing that backstabbers do exist, I have learned that not all people are to be trusted.
By being framed as 'the bad guy' I now know to look from different perspectives before judging.
By knowing the pain of being talked about and being looked down upon, I have learned not to do those things to others.
I make friends with the geek in the class because I know how it feels like to be one.
And because I've experienced the hollow feeling of being lonely, I tried my best to get people out of it.
Sometimes I do wonder what the true meaning of life is. Have I lived my life to the fullest? Have I experienced everything there is to know? I don't consider myself wise. My friends are not that many. I am not rich. I am not liked.
All I know is that I am loved...
...and really, when you think about it, that's all that matters.
I'm 17 years 8 months and 6 days old. I have not yet learned how to love. I have not yet learned what's the true meaning of 'kindness'. I have not yet learned how to live.
But I'm still learning.
Instead, I went trough many kinds of misery.
I've known what it's like to be sick. I've known what it's like to be lonely.
I've known how it feels like to be left out of the pack.
I've known how it feels like to be betrayed.
I've known how it feels like to be talked about behind my back.
I've known how it feels like to be framed as 'the bad guy'.
I've been... rejected. Looked down upon. Hated.
It's true that I have not yet experienced the pain of losing someone I hold dear, nor the strive of living alone or the struggle of surviving from hunger. Thank God, it seems I never would have to.
But, all these experiences I've had, have taught me more than anyone could ever do.
By experiencing the pain of rejection, I have learned to accept.
By experiencing the burn of betrayal, I have learned to be loyal.
By experiencing sickness, I have learned to take better care of myself.
By being hated, I have learned to love myself more.
By knowing that backstabbers do exist, I have learned that not all people are to be trusted.
By being framed as 'the bad guy' I now know to look from different perspectives before judging.
By knowing the pain of being talked about and being looked down upon, I have learned not to do those things to others.
I make friends with the geek in the class because I know how it feels like to be one.
And because I've experienced the hollow feeling of being lonely, I tried my best to get people out of it.
Sometimes I do wonder what the true meaning of life is. Have I lived my life to the fullest? Have I experienced everything there is to know? I don't consider myself wise. My friends are not that many. I am not rich. I am not liked.
All I know is that I am loved...
...and really, when you think about it, that's all that matters.
I'm 17 years 8 months and 6 days old. I have not yet learned how to love. I have not yet learned what's the true meaning of 'kindness'. I have not yet learned how to live.
But I'm still learning.
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