I remember your words
When I was a child.
Every time I would throw a tantrum
Because...
I don't know why.
Maybe because I was a child?
You would say "you're so selfish!"
I would ask for a little
But you would say I'm selfish.
I would ask for a listen
You would say I'm selfish.
I was beaten up in school
And was too scared to face the principal
And you slapped me
And said I was selfish.
30 years later..
I still wonder..
How am I selfish?
All I do for myself is work myself till I'm tired
And whatever little time I have
Is spent taking care and thinking of others
I remember...
Just one day ago
You asked me
"Why don't you throw away all these stuff?"
Stuff that I treasure.
My books.
That don't take up all that much space.
I finally gathered the guts to ask...
"Why are you after my books?"
My books that are not in your way.
My books that take up less space than your stuff does.
You encroach your stuff into my cupboards.
You place your things in my room.
I'm married and I don't even have enough space in my new home.
And now you're telling me my books are taking up space in YOUR home.
Where does that leave me?
Selfish?
Self-centered?
Are you sure, I'm the problem?
Maybe..
If you say me doing all these things
Make me selfish,
Then HECK YEA.
I'm the most selfish person you've ever met.
Thank you.
About the Creator
Manisha Dhalani
Content writer and marketer helping solopreneurs achieve organic growth. Loves reading, eating cake, and having insightful conversations.
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