Untouched

I find myself pretending to be someone else whose impression is very deep on me. I think that I am uncommon and can make a difference. But when I realize that my thinking has taken shape that is influenced by these worldly forces, procedures, habits , I find myself very amazed. I begin to internalize myself and realize my real motives. I begin to see the pictures of people around me and can see that who gives me happiness or sorrow. I start to see my inactions towards my beloved ones.
It happened several times to me. When I watched movies like Veer-Zara, The Ultimate Gift, A walk to remember, If only, Taare Zameen Par, Titanic, Gandhi-my father, Life in a Metro, Chak De India- all these movies shocked my nerves and soul at different extent at different context. When I read books like My experiments with Truth, Wings of Fire, The Alchemist, Animal Farm- they left me with some message about way of living life. But these effects always remain for very short time and I again start to think and live in same manner. That means that there is cover lying upon my soul and stops me to be myself.
I want to end it by saying that there is a portion of our heart still untouched and unseen.