It is like when you have guests entering the house. You throw out crap; you straighten the house as if you are putting on a show (not that you should). In the process, we hide the reality of living. Not because household disposal does not exist outside your house. But sometimes those bodily organs and internal system cords are just too raw for the naked eye.
Oh, it is like opening a wound, or asking someone about an ex. The consequences go beyond pain. When someone digs through you, deprivation is an understatement. Those weaknesses all exposed to daylight as if your property right has been transferred. [Deep breath… deep breath…]
It comes down to: who do we trust? Who do we invite to behind the curtains?
And what about all these times when you have trusted, but then withdrew?
In the last few years, I have taken several steps back and became increasingly selective with who I opens doors to. All the heartbreaks, friendship fallouts, and family circumstances have contributed to this. Is there any ways of undoing? Or do I accept myself as a product of the society?
2 comments:
I've found there is a time to share, a time to hold back. 'Spilling your guts' can create close friendships and comraderie.
But there is also a time for privacy; there comes a point where airing dirty laundry becomes a habit, a bad pattern- the key is balance, I think.
Well said. I think life a about finding the right balance for you in many cases.
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