Today I feel like a liar. I feel my silent prayers have no strength. Today I feel the optimism in me is just so unaffecting that I cannot pass it on to the people closest to me.
Why do I say this?
I have a friend who has been through a lot of upheaval in her life. We have been talking about all these years that a time will come some day when she will be at peace and all her problems will fade out. I persistently kept on telling her things will be fine. I kept praying for her. I kept trying to create happiness in her with my positive talks and witty takes on life. But, yesterday all this proved to be futile.
Living in different cities, she messaged me she is depressed and physically sick. She told her life has been just problems and completely useless. She is lonely in the big city. She can see no light now and may be her life is not worth living.
Life worth not living…this caught me on the tenterhooks. I engaged her into the middle of the night, talked to her, tried showing her the big pictures. We ended when she said she wanted to get some sleep since she had her office to attend today morning. i assured myself she would not do anything wrong with her life because her mother is staying with her these days. But the phrase ‘life worth not living’ has stayed with me.
Will you join me in my prayers for my friend? Please?
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