Where I Lost There I Found

Chapter 8

Breath was out of control nothing but a cold hand was touching my shoulder. I slowly turned my face around with deep breathing. It was he, the guy who was with me throughout the journey....

I sighted and he said don't worry I am with you. It may hurt but will be fine later. He said pains are marks that are created by ourselves. They can be controlled only by our own selves. And slowly voices were being heard from the mirror. I turned around back facing the mirror. It began...

Standing with a set of books more than the truth life had laid education was one which, where I began to kill myself from. Now you may guess how is it even possible to die with set of books or education. Let me tell you that.

When we enter into the phase of life that is defined as education, what maximum amount of people desire for? The only answer is to be the best. If not then follow the procedure of becoming the worst. As I began my that journey, I was good to it. But as the phase came ahead named comparison.

Comparison is word made from a sin case. Case that is even worst. Here even the best can become the worst. Let's categories it into smoking both are injurious if the amount is more. When the series began, I mean the series of comparison I started to lose.

It wasn't their mistake, it was their nature what began to kill me here is that... I was not ready to see me. But was ready to accept their words and agree with it. I moved myself more into a place where I could be never compared. Side effects were self-creation of weak me... more was like disaster that laid. I have heard that ignorance is better that killing once mind more than they could adapt one's own self. But picturizing my own was to their level of success was inevitable. I never understood why they did. The consequences were worst that I imagined. Atmosphere was warm. And, where was I?

Hurting my own self was where I started to kill. It was nearly my first step where I was all set to lose. They never lost anything what I began to lose is the real me. At such point what worst is that realization is turned deficient and truth is turning more bitter to accept. They criticize you to the at most but what they or I never realized was, I was starting to die within.

At such stage who is the real friend of the compared person? The answer is quiet simple it is the word that were thrown while comparing. But also new ones are added by themselves but never cleared. My words are less than an apology for myself. The comparison was travelling with me till I was here.

All had made marks that were never cured easily. Everyone has secret wound made by comparison. It bleeds only when the depth is more. Otherwise it remains inside and keeps burning silently. Nothing makes a person worst until they have wounded those depth that determines the level and intensity of pain.

It sounds silly but reality plays roles that are never determined and analyzed till need is reciprocated by your own mind. I just don't know why all things matter for me now because as I realize I was no more... and why would I think all these?

He was beside but the emptiness still goes on