About the Storyteller

First, I have to confess something. A few months before, I had the world's biggest ego with me. I never started conversations with anyone, never waved at anyone, avoided making eye contact with people to prevent a conversation, postponed or cancelled plans just to avoid hangouts with each other. I had a feeling that I was superior from the rest. I couldn't stand when someone surpassed me in anything that I was working on. And I never let anyone discover this about me. Somehow, I made a lot of friends who liked me a lot but they never discovered this trait in me.

Not for long.

This, once sky-high ego was dashed to the ground and annihilated completely within a span of 4 months when I failed in almost all of the big entrance examinations. So much was the damage that even my self-esteem receded. I began feeling inferior to everyone, thought I was made to fail in everything that I will do. I couldn't even look up and hold my head high. Those that I avoided out of arrogance, now I avoided out of shame. So many sleepless nights were spent in agony. 

One day, this pain found expression in this humble blog. It was supposed to be a secret place where I would pour out misery from my heart and be in peace, but somehow, a few friends of mine find out about it. They saved me from dying as they secretly congratulated me for the posts.

Never been so wrong in my entire life of 19 years... 

The very friends whom I envied and hated were the ones who enkindled this desire in me. I saved myself from depression and anxiety, all thanks to you folks. A million thanks will be less to convey my gratitude to you all. 

I recovered, my ego churned to dust, and my love for humanity increasing ten-fold. I enough humiliation to serve for a lifetime. Yet, I still don't have the courage to speak about it directly to my friends (that also includes you, yes you who are reading this right now) since I am defeated. But one day, I will win and then we all shall have a good laugh about it.

For now and forever, I will write.
I do not write for fame nor are my intentions mercenary.
I do not need your consent or your praises to keep writing.
I write, for it saved me and I write for myself.
Prophet Nine, The Storyteller
A common human being with a bag full of dreams.
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  1. Dunno about others.. But I'm with you, my friend. Always. 😊

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