Such a fragile word...
With one sliver of doubt, all the time you spent building the trust can be brought right down.
One wrong move, one emotional second and it all comes crumbling apart..
No amount of wishing could bring it back.
How does one learn to trust. How does one recognize the truth from a lie? Far too easily do we let mistruths spew from our mouths. Far too often do we lie, not only to others, but to ourselves.. The lines of truth gets blurred beyond recognition.
Trust... the fragile child of fragmented truths.
We believe what we will, and no amount of black & whites could color our grey world right again.
We live with what we choose to believe, and in it, we build trust on our version of the truth, our believe of what the truth is.
Can I trust you? that is simply redefined as - can I create a world where I believe what you say?
The twists and turns of words makes it difficult for trust to be born, to be strong. So easily.. words can be sway.. so easily can our words be minced, chopped, diced and perfected to what would fit the situation, instead of what really is..
I'm sorry. This is a two-edged sword. A catch-22 situation.
Do we want to step into a warped, jagged world of pain and reconstruction? Even if I believe, even if I trust. could you do the same? Could you ever trust in me again?
Such is life..
For days i've tried to blog..but the words wouldn't come. The words wouldn't come until I pained.. cruel, bitter joke of a world..
perhaps, just perhaps. I was right... to sabotage it, to destroy it before total immersion was an easier option..
now the hardest part... the decision... the choices, the living with it afters...
cruel, bitter, pompous jerk of a world...
