Life-The Real Meaning

Why?

Why? Why am I writing something which isn't basically a story? Why on 16th October 2016 at 11:57 Pm I feel this need to write and let others know about it too?

Well, the answer is simple. Today, on my way home from shopping, I went to Mcdonalds to grab some junk with my friends. While we were eating, I saw the security man speaking harshly to two kids who were looking like beggars. (Now, I feel so sorry about the judgemental me) The security man wasn't letting them in and at last those kids left with defeated look on their faces. I felt bad. I really did. But did I do anything? Did my friends or any other person enjoying their meals did anything for them? No. No one did. We all should be ashamed of ourselves.

Later on, When I reached home and was scrolling through my facebook account, I saw this post saying "Beauty is not the color of your skin or hair" and it somehow made me think about myself. I am a girl with a dusky skin tone. I used to hate it. I guess mostly every dusky person did or still does. But now, I don't. Want to know why? Because I realized that it is me who gave it importance. My friends and family never even cared about it and to be honest, why should they care? Not like I am an alien or something? Your flaws or your imperfections are not what others see. You create your own flaws and imperfections in you. For me, My dusky skin tone was my imperfection. For my friends, some wanted that dusky skin tone so bad. But now, I love how I am. I love every single thing which makes me Me.

So, The point in writing this book sort of thing is just to make others and myself aware of the real meaning of small things which are important in life.

Now, take a cup of tea (Coffee works, too) and have a happy and thoughtful reading session.

Ps- I would prefer if you read this before going to bed. (Just saying)

xo