Let me ask you a few simple questions.
Is place a home of familiarity, of relaxation, of peace or of warmth? Or is it a place of stress, of headaches and frustration, a place of pain and despair?
I constantly feel stressed, and going home makes it worse. Being a student who regularly does not do homework, you would think that I would be relaxed all the time.
No.
Tell me, does the term "friends" bring you memories of happiness, laughter and joy? Or does it bring you even more stress, unsaid words and feelings of being left out?
You would say that those who treat you like a third wheel are not your true friends, but what if they are the only ones you have? What if you don't have any "real friends"? What would you do then?
Are your parents the pillar of your life? Or are they crumbling down? Are they always doting on each other, or always on the edge of divorce? Are your parents always inviting you to exercise, or could they be struggling not to take their last breath?
Are you treated well, with teachers smiling at you whenever you grace them with your presence, or are they scowling at the mere sight of you, like you disgust them and make their skin crawl? Will people flaunt to your side at every moment, calling your name and talking, or chatting, or even gossiping with you? Are you the bully, or the bullied? Are you eating well, or are you scrambling for scraps?
Do you complain when your favorite shirt gets ruined, or do you feel grateful when you receive a second hand shirt from an unknown stranger from an unknown place? Do you live in a bungalow, a humble apartment, a run down rental or a slum?
There is always someone with worse luck than you. Feel grateful for the stressless days, the days of health, of joy, of wealth and of love. Who knows, one day, they may just stop.
