Friendships have been stained. Hurtful words were thrown with such ease, like tossing a tiny ball back and forth. If only that tiny ball didn’t have deadly spikes on it that stab you every single time you catch it. The effortlessness of it all is deeply frightening.
It’s as if the countless times we’ve spent sharing the dramas and comedies of our lives amount to nothing. The finger-pointing came without difficulty, too. It’s as if those fingers weren’t parts of those hands that have been witnesses to the giving and sharing of comfort.
It’s easy to make-believe that you can just cast the sadness and regret to the winds, hoping it will go away and everything will be alright after a while. But the reality in which we all live in is very prohibitive. Unless you live in a world where you can just click the heels of your shiny, red shoes and say, “there’s no place like home” three times, and you and your dog Toto are magically transported to where you want to be, you’re going to have to deal with it. Something we all think is an exorbitant price to pay for simply having to live life, but with maturity comes the realization that it’s the only way to go no matter what happens.
Apologies have fallen on ears that are playing deaf. I’m old enough to understand that pain doesn’t just disappear upon hearing the word sorry. Before the anger ebbs, the pain wanes and the disappointment recedes, you just keep your fingers crossed no matter how much you would love for everything to start being okay again.
Time heals the wounds that we’ve inflicted upon each other. But that doesn’t guarantee you there’d be no resentment left when there are ugly scars to remind you of the viciousness that was brought by broken trusts.
It’s as if the countless times we’ve spent sharing the dramas and comedies of our lives amount to nothing. The finger-pointing came without difficulty, too. It’s as if those fingers weren’t parts of those hands that have been witnesses to the giving and sharing of comfort.
It’s easy to make-believe that you can just cast the sadness and regret to the winds, hoping it will go away and everything will be alright after a while. But the reality in which we all live in is very prohibitive. Unless you live in a world where you can just click the heels of your shiny, red shoes and say, “there’s no place like home” three times, and you and your dog Toto are magically transported to where you want to be, you’re going to have to deal with it. Something we all think is an exorbitant price to pay for simply having to live life, but with maturity comes the realization that it’s the only way to go no matter what happens.
Apologies have fallen on ears that are playing deaf. I’m old enough to understand that pain doesn’t just disappear upon hearing the word sorry. Before the anger ebbs, the pain wanes and the disappointment recedes, you just keep your fingers crossed no matter how much you would love for everything to start being okay again.
Time heals the wounds that we’ve inflicted upon each other. But that doesn’t guarantee you there’d be no resentment left when there are ugly scars to remind you of the viciousness that was brought by broken trusts.
