when you starts to DEPEND, thats when you know one day you will shatter to pieces.
sad as it may sound, it is most probably a universal truth, conscious or not, acknowledged or otherwise.
spoken as if someone who has had her heart broken, spirits blown away.
but perhaps i am...perhaps i am.
this..dependence, almost am i inclined to relate to hopefulness, expectations, perhaps, owing to the same sensation that all of them give when failed, will not escape us as long as we are to live in the mercy of another human being, which is unearthly otherwise for human beings are so in need of a society. so then what else can we do but to face it, chin up, feet firm on the ground and conquer the foe that we have ever been so familiar with, sensibly said. but sensibility, as we like, isn't always our vice when it comes to extremes and critical in our lives. only but few could keep them at bay.
when dependent, one is exposed to the comfort of being weak, to rejoice in the comfort of ease and at peace knowing things will be, without much effort or thought about it. the constancy makes it 'better' for it makes things fall into places, into somewhat a routine, which mankind are at nature inclined in preference to.
but someday, those routines will be broken, like routines always do, and thats when the first crack appears. pray it shall even be shattered that very instant at once. and what will people do but to typically lament on their own stupidity for having had given themselves away to weakness, to dependency against their own better judgement. with a bleeding chest, determined not to give themselves away easily the next time, only to repeat the folly, with an already cracked heart. i wonder if men will ever learn.
to take flight for your heart and go against your better judgement and risk a hard fall, or to oblige to rational sense of mind and dismiss a rekindled hope and a chance of happiness?
humans are indeed complex creatures. i wonder what shall i do...
