Talking to people is so therapeutic isn't it? Especially when you talk to people whom you're so close to, people who can relate with you, people who can comfort you. It feels so nice.

Knowing that you were there for someone important to you at the lowest points of their lives feels good too, isn't it? For the joy that the person has survived it, for the joy that you were trusted, that you are now closer to the person, for the joy that you learn from it as well. At that point in time, the immense amount of loving-kindness and compassion that arises in you is comforting and motivating in itself.

Most of us have people in our lives who constantly look towards us when they need a talking companion. How can we ever reject them? We don't; because we love them in one way or another.

But what happens when, at a point, there are too many people who look towards us when they need a talking companion. They're quick to pour all their sorrows out to us; and we're kinda expected to reciprocate with some sort of solution. At least, we expect ourselves to reciprocate with some kind of solution-- which we cannot always do. And then we dwell on this matter, we think about it, we make others' problems ours.

I guess I got to learn to empathize, but not make it my problem. I'm still learning, so give me some time while my energy gets repleted, for now. Just for now.