Please tell me
What’s wrong with me ?
A question to ask oneself
There is no time travel, yet we believe it’s possible one day. We live in the world mixture of logic, magic, and physics which are directly proportional to each other with a variable factor that determines our lifeline.
This article is not about science. It defines my defined brain under certain stressful and tired assumptions injected inside my deep loving heart and mind.
This article is all about how I turned into me.
I have wasted almost a couple of weeks to develop this article which makes no sense, still published. People call this nature as being positive, but myself like being negative then only you can attract positive.
Note: Here I is not me. It’s a Character.
Being A Non-Vegetarian
I don’t like killing animals but I love to eat them, killed by somebody. I can’t kill myself and eat. I feel guilty about that. But, if someone kills, I am happy to eat. I try to escape from killing. I don’t even regret that.
I have a bipolar brain. I love both animals walking on grasslands and falling dead and cooked on my dinner plate. My taste of mind keeps changing every moment. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Being A Country Soldier
The greatest country is not which holds the power, it is the one which let his people feel secure and happy. We are safe because of the great people guarding our country borders. Their skin and bones filled with patriotism.
I want to be safe but I don’t let my family member into the army. I am proud of my soldiers of the neighborhood still I don’t allow any of my family members to get into the war and save our country, in a word die for the country, country means the people.
Being Child and Father
Like the dark follows the light I follow my father. When I am a son to my father, I like his caring and I hate him for being taken care of unnecessary and for his possessiveness. I don’t like being followed by his pieces of advice though they put me into the light.
Now, when I am a father to my son, I behave exactly like my father was and I’m replaced by my son. The thoughts, ideas, and attitude which I had liked when I was son to my father have turned into my dislikes when I’m a father to my son. I don’t know what’s wrong with me then and now.
Being Brother to Sister
A Brother to a sister means everything. He is next to the father.
I’m a Brother that don’t let my sister wave her wings and fly off to her desires. I love somebody’s sister and I don’t let my sister do so. I’m fond of modern girls but I don’t want my sister to be. I wish to chat, dance, and date with somebody’s sister and I’m not fine if my sister does the same.
I have been over my sister but masked with the name of caring. I let her fly by cutting wings. My perspective changes when I see a girl who is somebody’s sister, and I forget that. I feel to get easy over somebody’s sister is hot and it’s difficult if I see my sister in the same circle. I follow the beautiful girl on the road, but I don’t want this to happen to my sister.
The perspective completely changed when I look at a girl who is also a sister to a brother from another mother. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
So, I ask now. What is wrong with you?
