Life is a bunch of ups and downs. Often, it happens that nobody seems to understand what or how we feel. There isn't anything so unusual about that, because in everyone's life, they themselves are the protagonist. And believe me, it might be our mistake often, to expect them all to understand us. See, when at times, you come across circumstances when even your self becomes incapable to accept the way you're, I guess, it wouldn't be wrong to turn around to those little things of our life, which indeed know us the way we are. It might be the books we read, the pencil case we took to the exam hall, the emptied fountain pen, the wrist watch you wore for years, that one dress which has been deserving a good place in your wardrobe, just for the name of comfort, the broken paintbrush, the muddy sport shoes, the colorless painting on your wall, the dry plant in your garden, the dreamcatcher you made for you, years back and got abandoned or even the toy with which you had played when you were 5. Just that they don't have life in them, but they will never be able to ignore you the way living beings do, because you'd made 'em yours, although they were lifeless. Just imagine. Had they been alive, would they avoid you the way others do? No. Never. I mean, for me atleast, the textbooks and it's torn cover knows how much I'd worked hard, just for example. So I guess, stopping to expect support from everyone around and starting to accept these few things in your life, which made your life complete, would make your life a heaven. A paradise of hopes and love and harmony, where the gates are closed for hopelessness and worries and solitude.