Hero In Your Mind

It is 1.30 a.m. and can you guess what or who I'm thinking about? Trust me, I've been thinking of a man who passed away 14 years and 26 days ago. I was a nine year old kid while he expired, which I would say was not even the age to understand a person or what death meant in this world. Though I haven't spent much time with him, he is the one I relate to myself the most. I don't really have any analytical explanation for this sense of belonging. Thinking of him, surfaced a couple of incidents narrated by my mom and aunt. As always, I would like to get into both of their shoes to narrate the incidents. Early 2000's  It's just another hectic day at the office only to come back home to do household chores and manage children. One of them is nine and the other twelve. Whatever I'm today is because of the education I pursued and the job I earned. What can I say about life? It is constant hustle at office and house while aspiring to build a new house. Though m

While I had the trait of voicing out my opinions right from my childhood, there are times that I stayed calm even when something was troubling me. I assumed both Type A and Type B persons' traits. A: The one who doesn't believe his/her voice doesn't matter. The one rather prefers to stay calm rather than deny or challenge the other person who is causing trouble in some way. The one who'd rather be a silent victim than face it. B: If something doesn't align with what they believe, they question. They ask for what they want. They stammer, yet are loud. As humans, we want to feel belonged and any disturbance caused  in the process of becoming one among everybody is excruciating. To stand out from the crowd means being a criminal. Forget the criminal act, what if you're ridiculed or mocked at? You might also lose the advantage that you're to receive if the other person's view is denied. Gauging all we might lose and fearing all the unfavourable circums