Simple truth

Sometimes I wonder if all that happens is a mere façade, that fades away eventually and what is left, when raw and bare would eventually be revolting. Many times, the paths crossed by the traveling strangers, leave an inexplicable impression which is borne for years to come. These impressions cast out brutal realities and impress the uncertainty of a dream, in that, they are like a trance, offering the fulfillment of lustful desires. But then, few would be like the cast iron realities that promises a lifetime of hell, yet the hold is so powerful that the certainty of doom does not wither the person’s will. That is the way of fate, perhaps! And few would turn out to be paradise, ahhh, how blissful and soulful and how very rare! But it is the deceptive facades that stay the long and turn you inside out and they tend to break the ground brutally and leave the scars, like the strike of lightning on the dear earth. And somehow, these very facades change the very you, making your act a mere façade for all to see. Ah, the callousness of fate!!!

Yet, there will be a point in life, where one questions the mask in the mirror. To break that ice and stand naked, to let the gut know the truth of the act. There lies the courage of the person who can strip to that self and stand through the recurring obscenities and hold the fort and be untouched by the devilish hideousness and redefine oneself to begin the journey, yet again! Every time a trust is broken, a scar is left behind, that which cannot be smoothened by a smile. And neither can you earn that trust back. But the fault does not lie with the person who broke your trust, but in you, in trusting the person and allowing them to hurt you. No one can make you feel what you do not feel, be it the feeling of being used, of being inferior, of being ignored, of being manipulated. That is the simple truth.