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 A note from girl by the window...

I saw a girl sitting pass the window in a bus, I saw tears flowing through her gentle face. I smiled at her, she smiled back. I signaled her not to cry, she smiled but she is unable to resist the tears that flow like an endless ocean. Her heart is weeping. She passed a note to me, it says:

"The voices inside your head are constant, they tell you to be nice, they tell not to hurt anyone, they tell you to be good, believe people, be kind. But when a person who you loved, believed the most hurt you, they say do not believe in people, do not expect people to be nice, do not love. These voices make you so tiresome, the constant urge to see people happy, to be the reason for someone's happiness, to be the good person is tiresome. I lately understood no matter how you are, there will be people who understand you and do not understand you. Not understanding is not a crime. Stop blaming people for not understanding you even if you put all your efforts for the relation. As we all know people understand things differently, if someone understands you in a way which you are actually not. Then it is their problem. Stop bothering about other opinions as it's their problem not yours. 

You know you, so believe in you. If someone hurts you for being kind, do not stop being kind. Because it's not you. Leave them to their mistakes and smile for them as they could not understand you. Do not think people are bad just for the reason for hurting you by not understanding you. Because it's their perspective. There is nothing wrong in having different perspective. 

Don't hate people for one mistake they did or for the one time they did not understand you, it's just they are different from you not bad"







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