Wednesday, July 6, 2011

BLINDED WEDNESDAY

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them. None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have Faith. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you. All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust. “It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.” 

Friendship- my definition- is built on two things. Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don't have trust, the friendship will crumble. I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. 

And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you. You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.

It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.

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