I think I need help from a psychiatrist.
I get easily depressed when I see people who are disabled, especially those who are visually impaired.
You have no idea how much it breaks me inside.
Sometimes I wonder why God made us.
So that we can live, and experience life? Live to suffer? Live to make a change in someone else’s life? Live to help people who are less fortunate? Live to find love?
Live for others?
I don’t really know my purpose here on earth, but what I do know is that life is almost perfect for me, but I get emotionally depressed when I cannot help. What should I do, what should I do?
I want to make this life fulfilling. There’s so many things I wish I could do. Like just quit my job, sit at the LRT station to guide those who need my help. But that is just plain silly.
Then I will be in need of money to survive myself. How am I gonna take care of my parents when they grow old, when I don’t have a career.
My mind is full of shit. I can’t think.
