I Told Him

There are times of great confusion. When one is about to make a choice and is in need of guidance. Then there are times when due to some sheer clash of fate, luck or divine intervention, you'd meet someone that helps to point you in the right direction.

Recently I've noticed that I've been put in the guidance positions quite recently.
Which is shocking to me because I'm also looking for guidance on how to tread the waters of life.
I'm quite young (soon I won't be able to use this phrase so I'll overuse it now) and the numbers of people who've come to me for advice on different issues is quite shocking yet still a bit heartwarming.
The fact that my opinion matters enough that they'd want to at least hear it gives me a small sense of importance in this world. Not enough for pride but enough to at least know that I've made an impact in someone else's life.

Quite recently, a younger lad than I, one of my underclassmen came to me asking for some advice.
I didn't know his name, and to be honest I didn't ask, yet he knew mine.
I didn't know that I'd become quite popular while I'm trying not to run mad dealing with my own classes.

This lad has a problem. Quite a sticky one too. Just getting into the hostel, he had been unlucky enough to be approached by some cultist and asked to join their gang.
The bad bit about such invitations is the fact that one can't deny and one can't willingly join too (unless you're stupid).

Apparently this boy was stupid. He was thinking of honoring the invitation, using the excuse that he can't deny to say he has no other choice but to join.
From my 4 years of being in that school, I've come to realize that there's always a choice in such matters.
There's the stupid choice of accepting.
The less stupid and dangerous choice of declining their invitation
And the choice to run away.

I explained to this boy how wrong his choice was and what I think he should do.
We didn't talk long, couldn't have been more than thirty minutes, yet it seemed longer while explaining to him.
We parted ways after and it's just when I got home that I realized I didn't get his name.

A few days later, I found this song and I was so shocked about how close the words were close to what I told the boy.
Yet I hope the ending for my lad is better.

This song made me think, how do we know if the people we advice listen to it?
How do we know if our advice was really the best one?
I really don't know, if possible I'd like if people didn't meete for advice cause the pressure of the impact my words would make on their decisions is one I sometimes think of.
Without my input could they have made a better decision?
Or am I just trying to excuse myself from any emotional responsibility.
I really can't say, this is indeed just a rant of some though I've been having, yet it's something I must say.
Our advice actually matters, especially if people ask for it, so we should do our best, or at least try to.

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