My pain doesn’t hurt me as much as yours (micro blog)

I think I have lived enough to deal with my pains, my problems. I can handle all of my worries and insecurities.

But I can’t see my loved ones in pain. Maybe I’ll need to live for another 1000 years to handle my loved ones’ pain.

I don’t get hurt when I face a setback but it kills me when I see my loved one crying.

Although I myself feel crying is not bad but I can’t just see my people in pain.

This leads to this question:

Am I more of someone else than my ownself?

The things I go through don’t affect me as much as what my people go through.

I actually don’t work for myself. I work to make my parents proud. I work to make my sis feel that she made projects for the right person.

I work to make my grandpa see from birdsview that he gave me the right values.

I am not me, I am them.

I am bacause they are.

I am less of me and more of them.

I love you my people.

-ChoubeySahab