An origin story

One of my friends, on march 26 he mailed me his anthropology assignment. It was a personal writing. When he was submitting the hard file, I asked him to send me the pdf so I can read it. Just out of curiosity. He did send me the file but I was too lazy that night and ignored it; I thought I would read it later and give him a feedback. But I totally forgot about it. Just a while ago, I checked my mail which I do hardly nowadays because I hardly have anyone to mail to and I came across his assignment, I opened it, started reading it.

It got me chills. Yes. I got goosebumps. And tear at the corner of my eyes. I never knew he had it in him. Such sorrow and it looked so raw. Out and open. He never talks about it. But having to read that. It was such an emotional piece of writing. I'll tell you where I almost cried.

"if you are reading this I have survived traumas, heartbreaks, devastation and the different phases life had to offer  hence completely changing who I was. But at this age I really don’t know how to change what the society has got me  thinking and how much more I can take all this. As each and every day I lose a little hope from my life since deep down I am far too gone, I  feel totally broken. The only thing that resolves around my mind is to be up to my parents’ expectations because all this time I have been nothing but a failure. At least what I have been designed to believe over the years thanks to society."

 He has an ill father, who's retired, had a tumor operation which left his body in a pretty bad condition. As I read through his paper, I felt like, I have too much in life to appreciate at this present moment. And still I feel down. It doesn't seem fair.

Been a while I've read something beautiful and real. I guess that's what pain does to you. It modifies you. You define things more artistically when you're in pain than when you're just in normal mental state.