Being a giver is never easy. I've never been able to evaluate the amount of love, care and respect to give to others. Or to give one less because I get less from them. Because I contain so much of it, is why I give so much of it. Like it rains because the clouds have had too much, not because the ground needs it, though we think the other way round. Maybe like the rain, I will never know how much to give and how much one deserves. Each time, I'm left empty-handed after giving me, I feel my legs unearthed, and spine-stabbed but in a moment my heart gently smiles because sometimes people cannot give not because I don't deserve, but because they don't carry much.
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