I made a learning today…

Nothing’s ever permanent. The ultimate cliché, sure. But boy does it fucking hurt!

I have the moral compass of a twig and there’s not a day I forget that. What I do tend to neglect is that I’m not the only one. For as long as I can remember I’ve always berated myself for being weak, for always being the one of shallower emotions, for always being the one that felt the least. And as it goes with growing up, I’ve come o realize that this just isn’t true. No one’s exempt from that need to sustain him/herself no matter what the means. And yet, when you find that people are as weak as yourself it’s a horribly frightening feeling. As a person, I tend to draw hope from the goodness and genuineness of others. That’s always what I tell myself, “Not everyone’s like you.” And that’d make me feel better. And now, it’s just gone. Things change and people change and they all change us. If for the better, only time will tell.