Trust

Can you be trusted?

Trust is expensive. It is of worth. Value. Trust is an honour.

What happens when you become untrustworthy?

Is it worth placing trust into one, who has repeatedly broken down its walls?

I wonder: If the wound heals and becomes a scab, eventually, it will scar; will the scar remain for always? Time heals wounds, or so they say. But "they" never said anything about scars.

"I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much

And my scars remind me that the past is real

I tear my heart open just to feel"

 

- Papa Roach

Enroute To 2011

I did not realize how fast time had gone by. Having just checked my online journal, I am staggered by the date of the last post! Ah well. Life catches up on us one day or another. It's been approximately a year plus, since the previous serious entry. (The one posted just now doesn't really count.)

In about two and a half more weeks, 2010 will be no more. I state that, not with much glee or lightness of spirit; it is thus said, with quite a sinking and troubled heart. 2011 is going to be so different. I'm not sure where to start, or what to start with. All I know is everything is beginning to change. Change has already begun; and it will keep on moving at the speed of light. Are we able to run alongside with it? Or will we be left behind? Speaking of which, if Jesus comes back tomorrow, will we be the remnant here on Earth?

Hmmm, that's a thought...

Anyhow, I wish whoever reads this journal of mine a Blessed Christmas, and a most Blessed New Year. May 2011 be a year that's not solely about "us," and our wants and small-hearted offences; but more about how we can each play an important role in the lives of others, especially the less fortunate ones. Not forgetting, to be all that Jesus has planned us to be.

'Til the next time.

Love,

 - M

Goodbyes And Lies: Fourteen Days

They say there are some "goodbyes" that are meant to be for the better of you. They also say, some lies are for protection. What you don't know, won't kill you. In essence, it's the things that you didn't know- The lies told for "safety"- Are actually the ones that suffocate the life out of you. True- What you don't know, won't kill you. It won't. At least, not immediately. They won't be accused of homicide, because by the time, the jury deems "not guilty," you are already gone. No signs of a struggle.

So, goodbyes and lies. Descartes said to choose the lesser of two evils. Which would be more preferable? I reckon a goodbye is better than a lie. One can survive a farewell; but a lie is simply too difficult to digest. You'd be constantly, constantly, AND constantly doubting. Forgiveness is a must; forgetting isn't. The first is easy; the latter, not. And yet, no matter how many lies, the heart is a brutal riddle- For, one side will live in everyday reminders and break into splinters all over again, while the other part will forgive and overlook. And still hold affection. What is it about humanity that causes two sides to be created, and yet, they can't be reconciled?

To lie would be to eventually doubt the truth yourself. Lying effectively to another makes you a liar- To your own self. Better to be a brutally honest person, and save one, than to evade, and damn your fellow mortal.