Loud Peal!

Is there a poem more beautiful than this? Is there a quote more profound than this? Is there a word that holds the entire universe within?

Such questions and many more plagues me when I read something that reverberates in my soul or when I get lost in thoughts. I live so many lives, one in my head and one in my heart, one in my soul and one in my reality. When you have a mind like mine, you get accustomed to overthinking and stretching your imagination. It's crazy how words start to pair up and all I need is a pen to ink what I think. I want to know about things, I want to be able to understand why a person writes the way they do. Why drives them? What about the muse that inspired them at that very moment? What kind of life they live? What are they thinking? What are their dreams and hopes? What troubles them? and all this troubles me.

I live vicariously through others and sometimes that gets too much for me to handle. Even though I'm the youngest, I am the problem solver and the problem handler. That part of my personality has imbibed into my character so much that by default my mind starts working when someone tells me about their problems. Maybe I should have become a therapist, who knows? I give advise and think about how to rectify the problem and frankly i'm tired of it. It stresses me to the level where I want not to be one who takes care of everything, is the thoughtful one, has a solution every time. I want a problem that I can't solve, i want someone to tell me what to do, maybe even better I want them to solve it for me. I want feel for once how it feels to be dependent on someone, even though I detest it because it makes you vulnerable but I want to experience it once.