Why do we expect so much from others? Ok forget others, lets take our loved ones. Why is it that every single time we place a vortex of hope in our heart that it fizzles out leaving tears in it's wake?
Why is it that people who love you the most, hurt you the most?
Is it because they know your vulnerabilities, so they hit you at that tender spot you accidentally left open for them to discover?
Why does life have a characteristic low before the zenith?
And why do you think that scraping through the low is the toughest part of your life?
Why does each ordeal leave you weaker than before, weaker: to sustain the pressure in your oft-battered heart?
When expectations begin to grate, do you give them up?
No comments:
Post a Comment