Trust

(Posting some of the drafts that I never got around to posting)

People change. That's the way of life. Everything changes. That's the only way to progress. But the extent to which someone appears to have changed is subjective. How would we know the true nature of someone if he or she has been pretending all the while? I'll admit, it is no mean feat to pretend for so many years, but if it is in that person's nature to put on a façade, is it difficult to understand that that person was pretending all along?

I learnt that no one can be trusted but yourself. As much as you depend on anyone else, as much as you love anyone else, there is no way that that person can be trusted wholly. The fact is that everyone has innate self-preservation. Everyone is selfish. In no way am I saying that I am not selfish or anything. When one feels threatened, it is only natural that he or she does what is best to protect only themselves. I am still trying to wrap my head around that, because right now I find it extremely unsettling that people can go beyond what is necessary in order to preserve themselves, or even make themselves look good.

I personally do not believe that there is a good reason for talking bad about someone. Especially your friends. But the truth is that people do. I cannot think of anyway to explain that sort of behaviour except that it is a habit. Or perhaps he or she feels threatened by the person he or she is bad-mouthing. Either way, it is wrong, and by doing so, you are totally screwing up your own life.

In a world that habitually practises snap judgement, I think we have to come to the realisation that the stupidest thing to do is to allow what people think about you rule your life. As long as you aren't doing anything wrong, as long as you aren't hurting anyone, there is no way you should feel threatened by what people say about you. Of course, this is easier in theory than practice. I can only be thankful that I have a strong family bond. Otherwise, I would probably be sitting on the edge of my bedroom window now.

The last thing I have to be thankful for is that I am not you.