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When things like what happened happen, you couldn’t help but look at things and people differently. It becomes not a matter of choice but a matter of acceptance. You get hurt in the process, especially if you’re someone who’s not a big fan of change. You look back and think about what you could’ve and should’ve done differently not with regret but with the hope that in the end, you will learn something from the experience. When you look back, you see flashbacks, pictures of people who have been kind to you, who have been true friends to you and those who were quick to judge. You are faced with one dilemma, do you carry the pain with you or leave it behind?

Pain is a stubborn thing. It sticks with you during your frailest of moments. It strikes when you expect them to strike but more effectively and more aggressively comes when you’re already on the floor, trampled upon and beaten up. Then comes betrayal. It wouldn’t be called betrayal if it’s not by someone dear to you. Someone whom you have looked at a lot of times in the past with a smile that says ”I am so glad you’re here.” When finally you are made aware of what has been said and done, you do not feel anger or hatred. You just feel disappointed that you trusted blindly and that you loved unconditionally.

But like what I said, it is now a matter of acceptance, of a vow that you will not look the other away again. It is not of losing faith but of finding the courage to keep the faith. To be disappointed is one thing, but to live in a world where you doubt everything is like not living at all. You look around and see all these people who are more than willing to be there for you, no matter what and you begin to be grateful again. It only takes one hug, one pat on the back, one smile to make you believe once more. It only takes a handful of true friends to remind you that you can move on. You can go forward… and that finally you can be healed.