Betrayal and Friendship.
It is true that science explains a multitude of things: relationships, emotion, politics and what not. However, even with all this information that is at out finger tips in this era, its intriguing that we do not fathom the events that we experience in our lives.
They say the older someone gets, the wiser they get, perhaps because of the notion that we experience life as we age; so a more logical conclusion that the older people have "seen more" which transcends to the quality of writing they can do. I do not refute this idea, but to think for one second that this is not entirely true, should spark a certain level of dissonance.
This brings me to the part where i talk about what is creating a very unsettling feeling. I consider myself a student of life, open to ideas -old and new, skeptical about the things we deem true, by mere or abstract interpretation. Life is Life, as i always tell myself because it can not be justly defined by a series of words, or chronological statements. Life is life. life is many things, "it is what you make it" another yet disturbing set of words put together that most would instigate different responses based on the context of the mind perceiving this idea.
So what does a man do when they are betrayed? Betrayal only exists where there a common consensus, this is realised in most relationships, however various their natures might be. when these predefined "boundaries" are crossed, we can stipulate that someone in this covenant has been betrayed.
From this writing you can tell that my thoughts are not well articulated because of how angry i feel inside for bring betrayed... to a certain point, I feel like apathy is easy way out, but in regard to all that i would be giving up, i can not help but thing about the greater good. I hope that this is the last time I'm making such a selfless, and ill thought decision again, to trust someone with my life based on appearance.
To the world out there, if you do not already know, take your time to contemplate the implications of your scarifies, so that they are worth it: the pain and the elation...
I would very much want to continue writing, but unfortunately i have to go buy cassava chips for tea...
until then....