“No one can complete you, for you would only able to find it within you,” sentence written in a blog. Indeed, we are who we are, even without an arm or a leg. It is something hidden in us, representing us, be it a smile, or handshake. Our shadows were left at the places we have been, experiences we have gone through, and memories of certain or many. Still, every body we have met completed our life, does not matter whether he has hurt our feelings, our pride, or, showed us what love actually means, what friendship brings to the world. People who get angry on us for something we have done, are those who care, about how we feel, how we would react to unwanted events, though they might have shown it in a different way, compared to ours. Friends who would help looking for a suitable pencil box when we needed one, who would scold us when we are being pessimistic, who would ignore our request of leaving us alone when we needed company the most. “Love me when I less deserve it, because it’s then I need it most,” quote taken from a Chinese proverb, truly inspiring. So, shall we now complete the lives of others?
