Just because I make so much effort to be nice to people, to be understanding, to be nice to people, it doesn't mean that I am perfect. It also does not mean that despite my own efforts, people will do the same to me.
Been told some harsh realities this morning and as much as it was a mutual outburst, the finality, the crushing words, the 'this is reality, face it' tone of voice, really makes me feel like the bubble that I've been living in and trying to protect has burst open.
The world is not a fair place, nor is it always a nice one. That's the reality.
Maybe I've been the kind of person who deserves such a treatment because I am different or too sensitive or simply too head in the clouds. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to be positive and hope for the best?
Maybe now, as in this case, it is shown that my world is a really fragile one. My thoughts are too inward and I should expand.
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