Dear Diary,
Today I went to Church for my Legion work. I am a Catholic and I belong to a society called Legion of Mary. My assignment was to go to houses to preach the Gospel. I was to go with a brother from my Legion( we call ourselves brothers and sisters) but he didn't come on time so I thought he wouldn't make it and I joined other people cleaning and raking the gutters around the church's school.
My back and arms were aching after some time and the brother with me asked to relieve me. The first thought that came into my mind was 'He is asking you because you aren't going fast enough and you really aren't helping' and so I said no and continued raking. But later on I realized that I was doing well and he just asked because he wanted to help( maybe I realized this because I couldn't bear the pain anymore). When asked again I willingly gave the rake to him.
You know I once used to attend the church's school and looking at it made me wish that I could go back to my primary and secondary school days. I have been having this thought a lot. I wish I was back in Ss3 again with all my classmates. Looking at my life right now those days were the best days of my life. I wasn't much different then but I enjoyed being there. When I wasn't self- depreciating it was really fun. And at least then I knew that I was on the same level with my mates. Now I just feel left behind.
After cleaning the gutter for some time guess who I see? The brother who was supposed to accompany me to preach. If my arms and back wasn't falling apart I would have thrown him into the gutter.
But today wasn't a bad day. It was peaceful actually. I felt productive. I had few self- depreciating thoughts( there was a moment when one of the brothers cleaning the gutters started talking to me and I couldn't meet his eyes or look directly at him. I just smiled and hoped that he would stop talking soon because I had nothing to add to the conversation). I think it felt so peaceful because I was around people that were a few years older than I am and my mind didn't force me to compare myself to them because they were older. Or maybe because I have always felt or peaceful at the Church Maybe from now on I should just be around older people or just become a monk. Bye:)
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Dear Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't really a novel. It's my diary. I want to talk to someone but I don't know how so I'm going to write it all here. Maybe someone reads it, maybe not
