Post by reaper on Mar 13, 2019 8:59:38 GMT -5
Trust....what a concept. What an unrealistic reality. From family to friends...then to the mother of them all-Relationships.
We all know how we're brought up and what we were raised to believe. Unfortunately our upbringing never prepared us for the tragic consequences of being played for a fool. We were raised to have faith, to trust, to generally accept that all of this sick humanity is just like us...that their values and morals are the same and sincere.
And somewhere along the way we were dealt a harsh blow to our hopeless reality. The hopeless reality that others have scrupples. That everyone else is just like us....trustworthy.
And then the pain sets in and we can not understand why. Why did this person do this to me? Why is it not like the story books? You know the ones....the ones where "everyone lives happily ever after."
And if I'm being so unrealistic in wanting and waiting on that...then why were we raised to believe that. Why?
Anyway after being hurt once or twice you develop a thick skin, and we become harder, more untrusting and cynical. Yet we will continue on our journey through life seeking someone we can trust. And if we ever do find that person...we'll be back to square one...us hoping they have morals and values like ours, because if they dont...again...here comes the pain.
And yet another day passes us by. The question, that eternal question nags us to our core. What have you done today? Where are the accomplishments you can claim as your own? Why do we endeavor through these mediocore times baffles me.
I can not understand how time refuses to cease or even slow down a bit. Relentless and determined in it's never ending forward march. To where it's going is not apparent to me. Maybe to others it is clear and understood. Lucky them.
To know where lifes road is heading. Paved smooth with a predetermined route to their destination.
How convenient...Must be nice. If only i could be amongst those few. But an unclear purpose or direction is an all to familiar situation. Never have I been blessed with the clarity of life and my place in it. Despair, that old soothing blanket has been my only constant in my journey....
....the cryin'...the bleedin'...
Fade out
We all know how we're brought up and what we were raised to believe. Unfortunately our upbringing never prepared us for the tragic consequences of being played for a fool. We were raised to have faith, to trust, to generally accept that all of this sick humanity is just like us...that their values and morals are the same and sincere.
And somewhere along the way we were dealt a harsh blow to our hopeless reality. The hopeless reality that others have scrupples. That everyone else is just like us....trustworthy.
And then the pain sets in and we can not understand why. Why did this person do this to me? Why is it not like the story books? You know the ones....the ones where "everyone lives happily ever after."
And if I'm being so unrealistic in wanting and waiting on that...then why were we raised to believe that. Why?
Anyway after being hurt once or twice you develop a thick skin, and we become harder, more untrusting and cynical. Yet we will continue on our journey through life seeking someone we can trust. And if we ever do find that person...we'll be back to square one...us hoping they have morals and values like ours, because if they dont...again...here comes the pain.
And yet another day passes us by. The question, that eternal question nags us to our core. What have you done today? Where are the accomplishments you can claim as your own? Why do we endeavor through these mediocore times baffles me.
I can not understand how time refuses to cease or even slow down a bit. Relentless and determined in it's never ending forward march. To where it's going is not apparent to me. Maybe to others it is clear and understood. Lucky them.
To know where lifes road is heading. Paved smooth with a predetermined route to their destination.
How convenient...Must be nice. If only i could be amongst those few. But an unclear purpose or direction is an all to familiar situation. Never have I been blessed with the clarity of life and my place in it. Despair, that old soothing blanket has been my only constant in my journey....
....the cryin'...the bleedin'...
Fade out
