sometimes you loose hope in humanity. How some people can do whatever they want and can get away with it. They simply live their life, hurting others, and are the ones who go unscathed. those are the times you wonder if you have to have so many value systems.
The guy who cheated on someone who loved him truly, now goes sleeping around blaming the other, the tainted moves on so effortlessly, the one who loved the other truly heals, by himself, at least I can be with them to heal them. On the hand, the one who supported the wrong doers, out of empathy, gets hurt. I don't know why but I felt helpless, powerless, tired and even vengeful. But the words of those who hurt was soothing enough to let it go.
Breaking bad seems so easy yet so difficult. I don't know if its worth anything, but to think of such things seems impossible. How do some people have the courage to handle all their misdeeds, while those who do no wrong end up suffering. Is it a choice that we take to suffer, while the other is leisure about everything in life, and everyone else?
To move from one guy to another, to have multiple guys, to eat out of them, to sleep with them all. Is this what we all are going to be represented? I have lost taste in such a world, even the seemingly bad situation for them is solved by those vulnerable idiots ready to give a helping hand, are their intentions as good?
Its tiring, to think twice before hurting someone, to be always wondering which is right over wrong, to be mindful of ourselves, to keep up on a word that you have given someone, to be authentic over nice, to be straight forward than have hidden agendas. To rather be alone than with the wrong lot. Sometimes I wonder, is it all worth it? What do I have to loose? I wish all this makes sense some day.
The guy who cheated on someone who loved him truly, now goes sleeping around blaming the other, the tainted moves on so effortlessly, the one who loved the other truly heals, by himself, at least I can be with them to heal them. On the hand, the one who supported the wrong doers, out of empathy, gets hurt. I don't know why but I felt helpless, powerless, tired and even vengeful. But the words of those who hurt was soothing enough to let it go.
Breaking bad seems so easy yet so difficult. I don't know if its worth anything, but to think of such things seems impossible. How do some people have the courage to handle all their misdeeds, while those who do no wrong end up suffering. Is it a choice that we take to suffer, while the other is leisure about everything in life, and everyone else?
To move from one guy to another, to have multiple guys, to eat out of them, to sleep with them all. Is this what we all are going to be represented? I have lost taste in such a world, even the seemingly bad situation for them is solved by those vulnerable idiots ready to give a helping hand, are their intentions as good?
Its tiring, to think twice before hurting someone, to be always wondering which is right over wrong, to be mindful of ourselves, to keep up on a word that you have given someone, to be authentic over nice, to be straight forward than have hidden agendas. To rather be alone than with the wrong lot. Sometimes I wonder, is it all worth it? What do I have to loose? I wish all this makes sense some day.
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