My Vent
One word. Truth.
"And the truth shall set you free."
Sadly enough, the truth may only set those free who have prepared themselves for the truth and anything resembling the truth.
Trust? Well, in regards to trust, I think all people learn a huge lesson in life when it comes to trust at some point or another. Some believe that trust is something that is should be there until proven otherwise. Others believe that trust must be earned. For most of my life I've struggled with this, usually giving people the benefit of the doubt and allowing myself to trust based on my instincts. As of now, I trust only a minute, select few. And even they have weakened such trust on occasion. To any who read this and have a small understanding of my loathing; either you are on my scorn list, you're on the outside looking in, or you were victims to one of the most repulsive acts I've ever observed... This offense has taught me a great deal about myself, about life and how I never wish to live it, and about friendship.
Friendship is something immensely precious. No more have I ever understood that than in the past weeks.
I managed to survive the war with mere shrapnel embedded. I removed the projectile, cleansed my wounds, and discarded the munition without another thought, never to engage in any conflict or tread upon the soils of the battle ever again. Only, as I retreated from the hostility I received word that one of my closest and dearest friends had been wounded, very possibly mortally and was in dire need of care. Upon surveying this grisly scene, I was engrossed in a civil battle which appeared to become more appalling the deeper I got involved. Once the wounds were bandaged and the other innocents taken care of I dealt with the moral dilemma of vengeance. Pure and sweet revenge for all the pain and suffering caused upon these chaste victims. Then my conscience kicked in and the reasoning in my head confirmed it would only bring more affliction upon them if I were to play martyr in a war that was not mine. Backing away from the bloodshed, picking up hopes and dreams to return to those harmed, I attempted to make sense of this onslaught.
Being involved I was deemed a scapegoat for the "rumors" advertised to those who may be affected. So be it. It was not my place to divulge any details to anyone aside from those who would be involved in the attempted reconstruction of broken hearts. Though I refuse to exemplify the implications of such a scandal, I do not condone infidelity and the destruction of families. I will NOT downplay the pain and heartache felt by those who were damaged by this disrespectful offense and I will never forgive those who afflicted them. My forgiveness is irrelevant and to say that they shouldn't be made to "look bad" in light of this dishonor is a disgrace to the people sheltering them as well as to their families. I, however, have washed my hands of all involvement and will never look back to see what should be the faces of shame. I can only hope for remorse and amnesty on the guilty parties, and for closure and deliverance from anguish for those who will be forever changed...
It's amazing how much this experience has opened my eyes to the frailness of the human heart and the horrid consequences that follow any selfless act.
Trust and honesty.
Amazing how the two fall hand in hand and how they can be annihilated in a heartbeat.
Please, if you've read and comprehended this, remember how precious life, love and family are. And how delicate the life of those you care about really is. The most painful of tears fall from the most innocent of souls.
"And the truth shall set you free."
Sadly enough, the truth may only set those free who have prepared themselves for the truth and anything resembling the truth.
Trust? Well, in regards to trust, I think all people learn a huge lesson in life when it comes to trust at some point or another. Some believe that trust is something that is should be there until proven otherwise. Others believe that trust must be earned. For most of my life I've struggled with this, usually giving people the benefit of the doubt and allowing myself to trust based on my instincts. As of now, I trust only a minute, select few. And even they have weakened such trust on occasion. To any who read this and have a small understanding of my loathing; either you are on my scorn list, you're on the outside looking in, or you were victims to one of the most repulsive acts I've ever observed... This offense has taught me a great deal about myself, about life and how I never wish to live it, and about friendship.
Friendship is something immensely precious. No more have I ever understood that than in the past weeks.
I managed to survive the war with mere shrapnel embedded. I removed the projectile, cleansed my wounds, and discarded the munition without another thought, never to engage in any conflict or tread upon the soils of the battle ever again. Only, as I retreated from the hostility I received word that one of my closest and dearest friends had been wounded, very possibly mortally and was in dire need of care. Upon surveying this grisly scene, I was engrossed in a civil battle which appeared to become more appalling the deeper I got involved. Once the wounds were bandaged and the other innocents taken care of I dealt with the moral dilemma of vengeance. Pure and sweet revenge for all the pain and suffering caused upon these chaste victims. Then my conscience kicked in and the reasoning in my head confirmed it would only bring more affliction upon them if I were to play martyr in a war that was not mine. Backing away from the bloodshed, picking up hopes and dreams to return to those harmed, I attempted to make sense of this onslaught.
Being involved I was deemed a scapegoat for the "rumors" advertised to those who may be affected. So be it. It was not my place to divulge any details to anyone aside from those who would be involved in the attempted reconstruction of broken hearts. Though I refuse to exemplify the implications of such a scandal, I do not condone infidelity and the destruction of families. I will NOT downplay the pain and heartache felt by those who were damaged by this disrespectful offense and I will never forgive those who afflicted them. My forgiveness is irrelevant and to say that they shouldn't be made to "look bad" in light of this dishonor is a disgrace to the people sheltering them as well as to their families. I, however, have washed my hands of all involvement and will never look back to see what should be the faces of shame. I can only hope for remorse and amnesty on the guilty parties, and for closure and deliverance from anguish for those who will be forever changed...
It's amazing how much this experience has opened my eyes to the frailness of the human heart and the horrid consequences that follow any selfless act.
Trust and honesty.
Amazing how the two fall hand in hand and how they can be annihilated in a heartbeat.
Please, if you've read and comprehended this, remember how precious life, love and family are. And how delicate the life of those you care about really is. The most painful of tears fall from the most innocent of souls.
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