Sometimes I can talk to my loved ones with a lot of emotional involvement. I can say things that I can't usually say in everyday life. After this, I feel like I'm a bad person because they live their lives as they want, and if they are okay with the difficulties they face in life or in their minds, who am I to try to help them change their way?
This is probably the most difficult lesson for me. I can't understand this paradox, because when I see that my loved one is struggling, I want to help. However, these struggles are only in their minds, and when I try to talk about it, I face a big wall. The conversation usually ends with them saying that I am too nervous, that I don't understand them, and etc.

At that moment, I was indeed nervous, and I feel like I create negativity in the universe, but I can't ignore the feeling that I want to help.

Why did I write this? Because it's my reflection, showing that I am an ordinary person exploring how I can react in different situations and with different people.

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