Obituary
'Trust' is a heavy word. It's also like that last card on the heap. If you can't get that right, you're nothing getting anything right. I'm sad to announce the departure of my dear friend - trust. Call me cynical, scared or a sissy, but sooner or later everyone reaches this stage where they just can't trust anyone. I had a friend who was like that, scared of talking, revealing, making moves, most importantly letting go of the past. Because sometimes the past becomes your identity. Without it's colorful, interesting mask, you're nothing but the burnt man from the house of wax. And I used to tell him, 'How can you be scared? If you never try, you'll never know. If you clench your fists, you'll let nothing enter."
I've become like him now and understand why he had lost that trust. It happens without warning, one fine day you wake up and like an ugly zit on your face or a lost tooth, it changes everything. So you hide some more, till you think you're looking better again. And with that hiding, goes your self worth and courage.
But it comes back. Trust does. At least I hope it does. I just have to wait for it to come back from the grave. Till then, I'm counting the flowers I didn't offer.
'Trust' is a heavy word. It's also like that last card on the heap. If you can't get that right, you're nothing getting anything right. I'm sad to announce the departure of my dear friend - trust. Call me cynical, scared or a sissy, but sooner or later everyone reaches this stage where they just can't trust anyone. I had a friend who was like that, scared of talking, revealing, making moves, most importantly letting go of the past. Because sometimes the past becomes your identity. Without it's colorful, interesting mask, you're nothing but the burnt man from the house of wax. And I used to tell him, 'How can you be scared? If you never try, you'll never know. If you clench your fists, you'll let nothing enter."
I've become like him now and understand why he had lost that trust. It happens without warning, one fine day you wake up and like an ugly zit on your face or a lost tooth, it changes everything. So you hide some more, till you think you're looking better again. And with that hiding, goes your self worth and courage.
But it comes back. Trust does. At least I hope it does. I just have to wait for it to come back from the grave. Till then, I'm counting the flowers I didn't offer.
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