When Faith told me that she didn’t trust me I was quite shocked. How could she say that: We eat in the same bowl together; we watch movies together; we laugh together; and she even sometimes sleeps on lap while I play with her hair; but yet she didn’t trust me. My reaction after getting over the shock was : ” You buy food on the street, don’t you? So do you mean to tell me that you trust the street food seller more than you trust me?” Because everyday you trust her enough to buy food from her, not knowing how she cooked her food or where she’s even coming from. ” How does anyone trust someone they don’t know, more than someone they know?
And like my mind is always doing, the thought of trusting the street food seller, led me to thinking about how trust is really the only real currency there is , when it comes to any sort of exchange. You will need to think of it a little more, but you’ll agree - won’t you ? -that when there is no trust there is no real exchange. Exchanges may happen but they become sleazy.
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.