A feeble moment

Today, I just had a very weak moment. The moment when you give a part of yourself to someone else, hoping that they will take care of it, the moment when you feel completely and utterly vulnerable. The moment of truth. The moment of trust.

I woke up this morning and bang! Reality comes back to me. Calming my nerves without  a cup of coffee, I try to sort myself out. I am filled with mixed emotions. I am afraid yet relieved. I am loved yet lost. I am open yet closed.

None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have Faith..It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. We know what happens when you let yourself get close to someone, when you start to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really need that someone, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you add to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.” 

The thought of trusting someone now scares me :X

Why do we feel so vulnerable when we trust someone? But paradoxically, if we cannot trust, we cannot find love or joy.

Forgive me please, for I am filled with discomfort, today.

PS: When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult too . Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent