Part I

Bathe beneath the waterfall of truth, my friend
Swim away from it as if it is the end
Go! Now!
Be gone, you imbicile.
For polluting this crystalline lake
This pure river
Because of you, I cannot recognize my own reflection
The real-me distorted, confused
Who is this?
What have you done to this face?

I cry and plea as you walk away
Towards another body of water of an unknown name
I tear at your arms, hindering you from destruction.

I give up.
Do as you wish.
Destroy this earth with your insensitivity
Your selfishness
My body aches from the layers of grime and clay
I can’t move, it hurts.
What have you done? Can I live? Can I forgive?
Maybe.
One thing I know for sure:


I will be reborn.

We only have what we give.

It's an accomplishing feeling when I get told that I've helped someone with a problem they have, or just a listening ear for them, a shoulder to lean on. I've always been the listener in life. Maybe sometimes I'd be the talker because I doubt that I would be able to hold in all the feelings and thoughts that I have. Well, my main mission in life is to help others, and I'm pursuing a career as a doctor in the medical field, which requires helping people from the heart. I guess helping and listening to others runs in my blood~ I could never imagine not helping someone who genuinely needed aid.

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” 
― Charles Dickens

I've never been too busy to listen to someone's pain, joy, or anger. I don't know how many people there are out there that actually listen to others, but I continuously hear about how someone didn't think someone else would actually listen. Why do we live in a world in which we are afraid to share our feelings? We need to care about others; we are useless if we only think of ourselves.

So, I challenge you to either confide in someone else, or listen to someone's story. It's kind of a win-win situation. :)