I used to wish I could read other people’s minds. Life with such ability will surely be much easier. Up to now, I can confidently reaffirm that I don’t want this ability anymore, not even a little bit. Why? Would you like to guess?
There’s nothing in this world that’s free.
I try to imagine a certain supreme being who has to listen to billions of stories and billions of prayers every day. Even my wish resonated in this person’s ears. I’m sure this person’s mind will explode every day and must always be prepared to explode again the next day.
And even if that person knows and understands, can he or she do anything about those calls for help?
If it were me, I’d leave it all alone. Simply because I can’t stand it. I can’t even take care of the basic things around me.
I can’t yet clearly grasp how family members feel.
I don’t understand my friend’s joke clearly.
I tried hard but realized that I didn’t pay much attention to my love story.
So I don’t care what the outside world thinks. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t afford it. And maybe if I had enough ability, I would become that supreme being.
With great power comes great responsibility.
I just need to live in my world. And learn how to be an observant person.
I can do it. Attention.
I can do it.
I can do it.
Mindfulness.
