“Even if you were to study your own life in detail and relive each moment that you suffered, sweated and smiled beneath the sun, you would still never know exactly when you had been useful to someone else.”
His words struck me.
His simple words filled with so much depth and meaning struck me. Perhaps it was the heavy truth in his lines, or the fact that I can relate to it… Or maybe both.
I’ve been like every other girl before while growing up. When I was young, I faced problems here and there. I thought then that I had the world in my shoulders—all alone, with no one by my side to help me with my troubles.
Perhaps that was the time I found solace in writing. I’m not exactly sure about the details now. Perhaps I’ve started writing even before then but I do remember that I found comfort in writing. It helped me somehow. It calmed me down, even just a little. I went out and did things I’ve never done before. But somehow, it felt like something was missing.
Then I met him.
James Harper was the one who finally brought a smile to my face. He was the one who silently told me that I wasn’t alone… That I’ll never be alone. He was the one who showed me that I was something wonderful.
And now, I really have something wonderful—my family. My husband, my two kids, and even my dog—they’re the ones I’m living for now.
James has always told me how he’d never be without me. I didn’t believe him at first, knowing that he was intelligent enough to do things on his own. But as I think about it, I couldn’t have done some things without him too. Perhaps we’re really balance each other out.
As I think about it more, Coelho was right. You’ll never really know how much you’ve been useful to someone, even if you try your best to find it out.