This is a very tragic philosophical short story, inspired by my favourite novel, Siddartha, by Hermann Hesse.
All my life I have always felt different to everyone else. Never felt like I truly belonged…Like no one really understood me…I on the other hand felt like I had an almost unreal understanding of others…felt like I could really empathize with others, feel exactly what they are going through, forever seeking and quickly finding answers to their problems and to everything around me… For years I wanted nothing more than to become a psychologist, in order to further train my mind, to seek all the answers I had yet to find and of course help others. That was my goal.
I had always been a thinker, forever philosophing and analyzing anything that came to mind. I was so eager to learn always, find out new things. Everyone who knew me knew my inquisitive nature and thought of me as intelligent, kind, different and thought that I would certainly be successful in life.
But to me success meant knowledge, wisdom, knowing you can make a difference to someone…not money and materialistic things! I was determined never to get caught up in todays never ending world of greed and lust.
By the time I was twenty I was a fully qualified psychologist. I soon went on to open my own business, which really hit it off from the start. I received as many as fifteen clients a day but I never charged much, not the way an ordinary psychologist would, unless I happened to know they were filthy rich. Money never had any meaning for me…some clients whom I knew were really poor, I took in for free… One such client was a young man by the name Bhavin. He was a young Indian with a very troubled background. Growing up his parents had many high expectations of him which he could not fulfill, leaving him with very little confidence. As a teenager he became addicted to alcohol and drugs, in an attempt to escape from his sad reality.
Then one day he met a girl whom he fell in love with, who helped him out of his tragic life, but pretty soon he learnt that she was not what she appeared to be. She was in fact a selfish, manipulative bitch, cheating on him whenever she wanted but still he could not let her go… She was the one who had helped him out of his hopeless life, built up his confidence, made him happy for once in his life.
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