Sometimes the coldness of December affects my way of thinking. It affects me physically and emotionally. It drains my energy easily, makes me shiver and makes me feel restless. Thus, what’s worse is the thought of how deep this coldness brings me down.
One night when I was with a talk. It was a sincere and confidential topic. It wasn’t about me but it hit me badly. Upon hearing the story I blew my biases away, that even it was told one-sidedly I happened to balance it out. The convo was groundbreaking. Why? It was something I felt accounted about. I felt it in my heart. I felt connected but I was useless.
I can’t do anything about it. I know I have studied it but it was so realistic that I don’t know how to apply what I’ve learned. I am even afraid that when I lend a hand I might cause errors that is unsupported by error standards of physics. I felt really useless and it got me down so bad. I wished I was thrown and it was a total face-palm.