Lately, I have been pointing out my flaws and faults to almost everyone around me; I have felt completely worthless, I felt that I lacked a catchy personality, I lack talent, I lack beauty whether it be inside or out, I lack the gift of knowledge (excluding school of course), to sum it up, I lacked faith in myself. It wasn’t that I was seeking sympathy or attention but, to be precise, I bored people by expressing my discontent with myself. It is mandatory, I guess, to admit that I do have plus sides such as the urge to help people around me and highlight their perfections and, at least, try to draw a smile on their face. Yes, sometimes they find me too clingy or accuse me of ‘caring too much’ yet I find it necessary to practice my exceeding courtesy; it runs in my family, I suppose, as in apologizing and thanking ‘in excess’, and I do realize that some people even take advantage of that, but that is my personality. However, the most disdainful thing of all, which is also something I fear the occurance of the misunderstanding of it, is envy. And being not envious is a bliss. Thank God, I do not envy people who posess what I had to live without. This includes my friends, yes I do have them, ever since I emerged from the dingy era of grade 8, (the new uniform might have something to do with that!) and I appreciate how they talk to me for some unknown reason while they could be doing something far more productive. They are, excluding their talents and all, amazing human beings. In fact, mentioning their great personalities, how lovely and actually friendly they are, would require a whole blog by itself. Moreover, my recent friend, a confessed History geek, is one of the most brilliant, knowledgable and nicest people I have met. They are probably used to this, all the praises and the compliments, so this maybe quite meaningless, but I find it compelling on my part to give them a fervent thank you. I have realized that I am fond of History, thus realized its significance and impact on our lives. The past does matter. Sorry for beating around the bush but please check this out: intlhistory.blogspot.com