Why is it okay to be a GIVER?

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 Sometimes I wonder, “Why am I like this? Why do I always end up giving all of my love and care to people who are not even worthy enough to have that? Am I an emotional fool? Am I stupid?”GIVING doesn’t always include gifts and money. They are far away from being counted as a GIVING to a GIVER. Being a GIVER myself, I think the most precious GIVINGS are time, love, respect and care. It’s not easy to be a GIVER.   It is the game of gamble. You gamble on the cost of your emotions, your love and your care for someone.But the most vexatious part is people take you for granted. They fail to comprehend the meaning of your emotions. They consider all of your GIVINGS as their own worth of having that. At that point of time GIVER tends to lose their faith in pouring emotions out.Let’s think about it the other way. If you’re a GIVER and you’re giving all of your love and care to someone who values your emotions or maybe the person is a GIVER himself.. WALLAH.. You both are the happiest people alive.

On the moving wheel of time, you will realize it is okay to be like this. It is okay to feel the way you do. No one has ever become poor by giving. It doesn’t matter that how much we give but it does matter that how much we put into that GIVING. You just need to find the right piece of jigsaw puzzle to complete you. And remember, IT IS OKAY TO BE A GIVER :)




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