Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I've always been grateful that I have friends who I can share everything with. And I'm also glad that there are a few, who feel comfortable enough to tell me their story.

Everyone have secrets, I do too. There are plenty of times where I'm too afraid to let anyone know these secrets, especially in regards to my relationships. But there are times, where I really want someone to tell these things to. I know I can burden or even trouble those who I tell these things to, but telling someone really makes me feel much better. Knowing that someone cares, that someone listens really makes a big difference. Even though there is a time where a person I trust… betrayed that trust. I cannot state more clear than the fact that I thought things were going fine before my whole world got flipped upside down. I do, every now and then, regret what I have said. There are even times where I wished I've never met that person but at the same time I wish for the opposite. I was confused, and I think I still am. Perhaps it's my stubbornness that brought up all these confusions with my self-conscience on relationships. Naïve, you might call it. But I want to thank Angie, Penny and Shaunna for been there to listen to be, to turn be back onto my track even though the scars are simply just unbearable. I hope that scar would just disappear; I hope that shadow that hovers over my mind all the time would just go away. Some things… are just not meant to be pleasant, and I thank those who helped me overcome these unpleasant times. I do wish with my entire mind that I can do the same for you.

I have a couple of friends who tell me their secrets. I feel helpful, that I'm trust worthy enough for them to reveal what has been hidden under a 'happy mask'. That whatever has been bottled up inside the fragile heart can be released. The feeling of being 'locked up' can be dissolved into freedom. Even though I can't change the truth and what is happening… not with my power, the least I can do is listen. Listen to the stress, anger, frustration, helplessness and confusion. I'm grateful that I'm the person chosen for this 'duty', that I'm able to see the true soul that hides beneath a barrier that keeps everyone out, and in most cases, a fragile soul. No matter how tough a person may be, I don't think there is a person in this world whose heart is made out of stones. Every person will have a soft side, a weakness that hates revealing itself under the spotlight. A weakness that hates the eyes of curious and judging audiences. Therefore, it is left concealed deep inside the soul… until someone with the right key approaches to recover the wound and scar.

The power of words is unlimited, and unpredictable. The right words can save; while wrong can scar forever…

YuMi