A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.

These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.

(^._.^)

Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.

 

  P.S.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13

P.S. II

I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.

P.S. III

See?

P.S. IV

And um, meow?

Will you trust me?

When you’re unsure of something – an opportunity, a task given to you, a dream coming true in front of your eyes – of someone who says they’re just there for you, that they love you, when you know that there’s no assurance that they will still be the next day, what should one do?

It’s hard to trust these kinds of things and people. It’s hard to trust something that’s good, as if good things and good people are impossible in this world. As if they’re inexistent things and beings that only happen on fairytales and movies. As if the moment you trust them, they will disappear. As if when you learn to believe on them, you will wake up from a dream. Then they’re gone forever. As if when we choose to be happy with them, we will have the worst things afterwards. Diminishing effect of feelings and hope.

What keeps us from being happy is that we are always afraid to be one. We are prevented by our fears of being sad. We control ourselves too much – too much that we choose to be alone, rather than risking to be hurt – that we don’t see the other side of the sphere. We are afraid of disappointments and shattered dreams. We are afraid to feel rejected and abandoned. We are too afraid to feel anything negative, so we control ourselves from getting the positive. And at the end, we’ll feel nothing at all. Empty. Alone. Still alone.

But maybe, if we just choose to step out of this wall we created around us, if we become brave to face the negative side of the world, if we keep on going, we will reach the other side we have longed so much yet remained unsought.

So, just trust. Don’t expect too much though. But just trust. Then maybe, one day, something and someone will come to you, and you’ll realize, they’re the one. And all the hurts and pain will be nothing. All the challenges will be worth it. It’s better, rather than staying inside your barrier waiting for something that you’re unsure if it will come. One day, something and someone genuinely comes along that will make you reconsider what you thought you know and what you think of this world. How will you know all of these if you keep on locking up yourself?

Trust yourself. Trust me.

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