3.16 am.
'Speak ur truth,quietly and clearly, and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their stories' - Desiderata,Max Ehrmann.
We breathe but to be sword or block. Yesterday,a friend of mine, told me that everything is a choice in its own way; perhaps,a hesitant step forward,a confident "yes" or a battled "no" marks who you become.
I made sacrifices for those whom I trusted,and expected the same behaviour from them. However,I found myself utterly forlorn and bewildered when I needed help the most.I was there swallowing too much pain,with not enough pride; while they were least interested in understanding what I was feeling back then. So it's true then,people do lack consideration for others; every paper heart is selfish.
I've heard that time heals most of everything,I've tried to find my own real smile in the nothingness, embracing the bitter circumstances and finding the solutions to my problems.
In all honesty,the words I have said, the steps that I have taken, and the stands that I have made are my everything. I've learned that it's better not to hope and be disappointed, to go with the flow, without any complaints.
Everything I know,is everything they've told me. I've learned to enjoy most of the moments while they last; after all, happy endings are as fragile and fleeting as everything else.
3.41am.
I'm off to bed,leaving another paper of my journal, inkstained.
