Sometimes I feel despondent about myself for no reason. I hope to get comfort from the people close to me. Then sometimes I think how sad I am, much more? Am I that sad?
When I occasionally went to the doctor for my illness, I saw a 12-year-old girl with cancer there. When I asked him, what do you want to be when you grow up? "I want to live until I grow up," she said in response to a question. So I believe I am not that sad.
I am constantly learning about the colors of dreams. My family is bringing me all the desired moments of aspiration. I realized how heartbreaking the longing to live was when I saw a thousand goals in the eyes of a lame man. His only wish, if his hands were as good as before. Then I think I'm not that unlucky.
As soon as I got on the local bus, someone reached out to me to beg. The only dream in his eyes was as if he could walk on his own feet without a stick. The only desire of a person without a leg is to be able to walk. I looked at my own feet and kept thinking, no! I'm much better.
When I wake up in the morning, I see the light outside; I can see the beautiful world in the light of the sun with a deep breath. But many people dream of seeing this beautiful world with their own eyes. I am not one of them, and I am constantly feeling, watching every human being in the world. Yet, I'm not that sad.
And the biggest wish of the one who can't speak is that if he could talk, life would be complete. I have seen many people who scold their children because they did not perform well in school. But in contrast, many parents have woven thousands of dreams around their mentally disabled children. Day after day, not doctors, not engineers, their only wish, if his child could return to a little everyday life. For now, their lives would have been complete. So I am pretty happy from this side, and I have no imperfections.
Seen inside the hospital, the man suffering from shortness of breath in the ICO begged to come to the side of the glass door only once. I believe that there are thousands of dying patients right now when you are reading this article. Those who cry for breath, This wailing defeats hundreds of depressions in this world!
Have you ever been out in the winter to see the city? How are the people on the sidewalk on a winter night? The sight of people spending the night at the bus stop or the railway station also alleviates the suffering of the slum dwellers. They have a place to rest their head; this is what brings a smile to their face.
The eyes with which I read and write with my hands, many people do not have that light in their eyes; they do not have the strength to write. This never made the day-night difference between them. Many people dream of eating three meals a day, wearing good clothes, and walking comfortably. Now some are healthy like us, even if they say we are sad. Then maybe it will be dishonesty with the world.
