My Worst Problem

Since I know myself, I have been drowning in self-pity and stupidity, hoping that my pain will someday come rescue me. But the problem was, there was no pain. I thought I had the worst problem in the world, but when I recognized that what I was going through was nothing compared to what others are through, I realized that my own problem was nothing close to the worst. Since then my attitude towards the subject has changed.
The notion “worst problem” is a myth, it does not exist. Anything worthy to be called a problem, is any sickness or disability you cannot control, affect the people around you, and cost life. Nonetheless, no one problem is the worst since they all lead to death. So there is no point in calling one the worst. In the world I live in, there is no such things as the worst problem because there is somebody sitting next to you going through a difficulty you cannot handle. However, if you still think you have or know the worst problem, you must be living in a selfish world of your own.
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I hardly speak for myself, I can get any issue resolved through phone, or speak my mind and ask questions. Sometime I wished I could not talk at all or I was invisible. People close to me say am doing this to myself, but they will never know how it feels unless they step in my shoes. Every day I her myself whining about how it’s all so unfair, ask dumb question like, why me? Which I never got a reply from anyone. But the obvious answer to the question will be, who else? Do I want this to be happening to my sisters, my brothers, or my friends? NO. Only a selfish human will wish some difficulties they are going through to anybody. I am thank that my own problem is nothing compared to what others are going through, because I cannot handle anything worse than