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Nail In The Wall

In school we are taught that we should be like trees. We should adopt their nature. The art of Giving. At that age we even believe that stuff. And then comes the stage of Teen Age. Now everyone is telling how ruthless the world is. And you have to become selfish. For a while you are confused that if giving, being generous, is a good thing, then how come selfishness is going to lead a sound life. At least I have been through that. I am sure you will remember that one person who calls you only in need. Now, your mind start analyzing that may be its good to be selfish. It’s easy. It doesn’t require any extra effort. And, most importantly if others are selfish then what’s wrong in being one. Finally, you turn into that person who calls only in need.     



So is it good to be selfish? Truly speaking, I don’t know. But I can tell one thing, I know what it feels like when we behave selfish. It’s one of those feeling, that you cannot live with. Over a time, the impact of that guilt is carried away, still it leaves some shadows. Shadows that will scare the shit out of you. Every selfish act is that nail you hit on the wall of your conscience, which will be there forever. Even if you try to remove nail, its mark is undeniable. And any person with a heart of gold, can take only few hits. After that, you start questioning about yourself, your principles for life.


Whenever there is a decision to be made, think more than one person’s perspective. Narrower the perspective, lonelier you get. On the contradictory, broader the perspective, may be you will make others happy, may be they will stand by you, may be you’ll make friends, or none of this will happen. People might think you as an idiot. But one thing is sure, you will have peace. You will feel proud, for being a human. 

So next time, if you feel to be selfish, look in the mirror. And ask that reflection, if it is worth a nail in the wall.
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