I Love Myself
Someone asked me what do you like the most? Immediately I have no answer. Because I never thought about it. What do I enjoy the most? Hmmm! I like ... I like painting, after a moment I realized it. Painting? They laughed. I guess dancing. Because it relieves all my stress after a tiresome day I said proudly. Dance? You? Are you sure, you can dance? They questioned my ability. Maybe I like cooking. Because When people love the food prepared by me, I love it I said. Oh Shut up! That's not so great about it. Cooking is a daily chore they belittled me. What do I like so much to do? I tried to question myself again and again. Yeah!! I like to go for long rides, and I smiled feeling excited about it. Really? In this traffic, do you enjoy long rides? They mocked me. I have no choice or nothing to speak about it after some time. I didn't understand what I love the most. Why they are judging me? Why do they want to fail me? Why do they want to make fool out of me? I feel low, depres
