Riddle: Jar of Hatred
I am alone. I am compacted to this jar with a thick wall of hatred. I used to live like this: no friends, no enemies, and no family. Only I exist in this compacted jar. I am not happy nor sad. I am just living in the middle of everything because I am afraid to become happy in just a snap and live the rest of my life being sad. I am void. I am just existing to witness the smile drawn from their faces, to witness how they can be happy interacting with each other, to witness how their daily life cycle rounds. I tried to go out in this compacted jar, but it seems like it was sealed very tight that it can be only opened from the outside.
It was March 17, 2020, when I was utterly shocked and became happy because the tight cover of the jar was nowhere to be found. It means I am now free. Someone may pity me for being an introvert since I was born. I immediately traveled from one place to another to explore and meet different people with cultures, beliefs, lifestyles, etc. But every place that I visited curse me and blamed me for ruining their lives. But I cannot recall if I have done anything that would hurt them; I was just enjoying my freedom.
I traveled to 219 countries in just a year, and someone told me that I have gathered 136,663,803 bashers as of April 13, 2021, because they are blaming me for making them suffer from fever, dry cough, and fatigue. I was so devastated knowing that I was being hated by millions of people. Am I prohibited from becoming happy? Then someone with a blue gown told me, “Do not ever fit in a situation you do not belong. Do not ever push yourself to fit in their lives because no matter what you do, if they do not like you, there is no value in pushing yourself to them. You are just hurting yourself. You must know when to stop and walk out.”
I did not listen to what she said. I immediately ran to a couple of children playing but ran away from me. Why are they avoiding me? All of my life, I never felt real love, only fake and temporary love. No one ever told me they need me. No one ever asked me what am I feeling? Why am I sad? Why am I alone? It is really true that if they are not getting benefits from you, they will hate you, they will forsake you, and they will never value your existence.
The world loathing me and compacted me again in this jar with thick walls of hatred. And then I asked myself, “Who really am I?” I tried to fit in their world. I just want to become happy but they threw me a pang of hatred.
Yes, I became famous but not because of good deeds but because of the curse of peoples’ wrath in me. Am I really a curse? Do I not have the right to be happy? Tell me what you think of me, and I will definitely know who I really am.
