Fix me!
This person. He sat in front of me, looking straight into my eyes. He was trying to 'fix' me. Though we both were trying to make me emotionally stable, but in the process, we both had ended up being very close friends. He knew exactly why I acted in a certain manner, and wouldn't even be mad at me for misbehaving. "You are not this body, this mind or your thoughts." he said. I didn't meet his eyes. I just stared at the floor. I didn't want to hear his words. Truth does set one free, but before that it makes one uneasy. "You are God. You are one with him. Please, realise that." He said, still looking directly into my eyes hoping to see them. "If everything is so right, straight and in place, why am I unhappy? Why am I not able to stay happy!?" i interrogated "Who said the goal is to stay happy?" He questioned back. I looked up into his eyes, as he got the glace he was seeking. "What do you mean?" I asked. ...