Come, XXX

There we go again. Was reading a friend's status update on Facebook and suddenly had the desire to pour out my thoughts. Maybe I should write in a way, like a letter, to this friend. Let's call this friend XXX then.

Dear XXX,

Life is never perfect. I know how you feel, everyone does. But life is just like a ball, it's round, and this explains why everything is possible. But you never tried. You're just like a room, with its door tightly locked. Emotions flood your brain, because you can't stand up and face the challenges. School may be a place of hatred for you, but why don't you open up yourself, and think? One day, when you're out of school, you'll miss it. Really.

I don't know you well enough, but I do observe you from afar. I know I should never make someone like you mad. Because you'll be really, really, really mad at me. I have friends like you, too, XXX. I wish I knew you personally, because I believe that you'll make a great friend, despite of all these, provided that you don't break down like how you did this time.

I know you hate certain targeted group of people in the school, but you can't judge all of them at the same time. I know you've suffered a lot, but really, I was in the group as well. The one you dislike now. You said this targeted group is always on the top, and everyone listens to them, instead of you. Was my school life any better than yours? No, not at all.

We all suffer in school, but from different aspects. You cried. Well, I cried too. But not because of the same reason. Sometimes judging every single person at one go, just because you've seen one of them acting terribly in front of you, is not something worth it. 

There are people who still care for you, XXX. There's always hope somewhere. God is our provider. I know you'll walk out of this very soon. God loves you, XXX. Cheer up! 

  Matthew 7:1 "Do not judge, or you too will be judged.