FragilePosted: Friday, 30 January 2009
A few days ago I had a chat with a good friend. About her, about me, about the people we care about. I don’t when we became so honest with each other, but I’m glad we did. Because there’s that one sentence she said that opened my eyes wide open:
I now realize how fragile I am, and how I’ve been covering it up with fake smiles and false sincerities. I’ve been doing this and that and expecting people to understand how I feel, but even I didn’t understand how I really felt. I wasn’t totally honest with myself. And I was definitely not being honest with the person I care about most. I’ve been too scared to veer off the sidewalk and face whatever it is I must face. I was scared that I would get hurt. I was hiding.
Well, life is full of those little surprises that sometimes just stabs you right in your heart. We have to live with that, or we don’t live at all.
And what about her? Well, she is honest with herself and with the world. And she still has her chin up, boldly facing the world that is far from what she wants it to be.
Thank you, my friend, for making me realize what I truly feel.