It can take a while for it to sink in. Perhaps because it is in our nature, as humans, to deny the obvious when we seek it's alternative. But as time wears we should embrace the evident - even if we can only do so secretly - while clarity fights for focus.
Sometimes an altercation is but a diversion from what is really the case; the true reason for seeking alternatives. Our innate, almost spontaneous, inclination to hoodwink those who trust us the most derives from our fear of inflicting emotional hurt on them. Or, it may be the manifestation of a long running act of dishonesty, while professing to be in repair of our pride and dignity. Whatever the case, we humans are skilled in the art of concealing intentions - it is what separates us from other animals, almost.
But the truth does have a funny way of coming back to set us free. Even then, our nature is to deny the obvious, not less especially when it is between us and our alter ego. It is this that makes us human after all.
We may fall asleep with roses in our hands expecting the same empty feeling that accompanies waking up to find the other gone. In reality it is neither the act of dreaming with a broken heart nor the resultant discovery of emptiness that matters. What is important is how tightly we clutch those thorny stalks, the pricks of which usually result in a drawing of blood that washes our pain away.
Sometimes an altercation is but a diversion from what is really the case; the true reason for seeking alternatives. Our innate, almost spontaneous, inclination to hoodwink those who trust us the most derives from our fear of inflicting emotional hurt on them. Or, it may be the manifestation of a long running act of dishonesty, while professing to be in repair of our pride and dignity. Whatever the case, we humans are skilled in the art of concealing intentions - it is what separates us from other animals, almost.
But the truth does have a funny way of coming back to set us free. Even then, our nature is to deny the obvious, not less especially when it is between us and our alter ego. It is this that makes us human after all.
We may fall asleep with roses in our hands expecting the same empty feeling that accompanies waking up to find the other gone. In reality it is neither the act of dreaming with a broken heart nor the resultant discovery of emptiness that matters. What is important is how tightly we clutch those thorny stalks, the pricks of which usually result in a drawing of blood that washes our pain away.
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