Sometimes I feel that the basic amenity of life is trust. Everything revolves around it, be it business, education, love, family, friendship...it all starts with the trust you place on the other person.
And ironically, its this trust that one can't place in people. No matter how much you test a person, measure them upside down, shake them up and study closely, there always remains a loophole. A need to reconfirm.
I feel I learnt it the hard way.
There are always those deep dark secrets you carry around. Actions and reactions, moments of weakness, stupidities, and thee quick recovery methods you take up, ain't there?
In the end of it all, after getting out of the state of shock and the state of depression we realize, "Holy shit. What did I do?" And then we worry about the future, about the things to come, the consequence to face.
And we realize that we are in neck deep shit.
In the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Cracked like an old plate."
It's real bad you know. This feeling of loss raised to the power two. The one incurred by trying to get out of the other.
And herein comes the third mistake. We try to find solace. In the process we begin to trust people. And in the due process we find one genuine person, at least who we think is genuine, and we spill our hearts out.
And feel the relief flooding in.
And then one day, we find that very person standing across with those against you.
Here the gut wrenching loss to the power infinity, and think, "Shit man, what the hell was I thinking?!"
The worst part is you will never know whether they spilled the heart u spilled to the rest in the form of beans, but the insecurity will always eat you away.
And then you learn the hard way that its better to have things kept buried in. And not let it out. And let your insides burn up in that acidic reaction.
It's better to have that misdeed you did at first kill you rather than have it shared and joked about.
Trust my friend...well...remains an impenetrable unsolvable mystery. For all ages to come, I presume.
And ironically, its this trust that one can't place in people. No matter how much you test a person, measure them upside down, shake them up and study closely, there always remains a loophole. A need to reconfirm.
I feel I learnt it the hard way.
There are always those deep dark secrets you carry around. Actions and reactions, moments of weakness, stupidities, and thee quick recovery methods you take up, ain't there?
In the end of it all, after getting out of the state of shock and the state of depression we realize, "Holy shit. What did I do?" And then we worry about the future, about the things to come, the consequence to face.
And we realize that we are in neck deep shit.
In the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Cracked like an old plate."
It's real bad you know. This feeling of loss raised to the power two. The one incurred by trying to get out of the other.
And herein comes the third mistake. We try to find solace. In the process we begin to trust people. And in the due process we find one genuine person, at least who we think is genuine, and we spill our hearts out.
And feel the relief flooding in.
And then one day, we find that very person standing across with those against you.
Here the gut wrenching loss to the power infinity, and think, "Shit man, what the hell was I thinking?!"
The worst part is you will never know whether they spilled the heart u spilled to the rest in the form of beans, but the insecurity will always eat you away.
And then you learn the hard way that its better to have things kept buried in. And not let it out. And let your insides burn up in that acidic reaction.
It's better to have that misdeed you did at first kill you rather than have it shared and joked about.
Trust my friend...well...remains an impenetrable unsolvable mystery. For all ages to come, I presume.
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