I'd rather believe in fairytales than confiding in people.

 

Faith

One of my friends had a diary and she named it Faith. I asked her why. She replied, ‘I trust this book like no one else.’ Now, in 2019, I would be astounded by the response. Today, however, I profoundly resonate with her words. Books including notebooks take us into a world where our imagination runs wild. They give us the safe space that we hunt in people, which leads us nowhere.

It’s unfortunate how one can betray another’s trust and shatter the fragile bonds we build. In times of despair, the ignited emotions find a heart to go to. On reaching, we find a cozy comfort in words exchanged, written words or even a long hug suffices to warm the grief. Around loved ones, there is enough strength to get rid of the vulnerability. The person on the other end of the speech, paper, or the hug becomes the strength we need amidst the agony and the anguish.

It is in these times when we weaken ourselves to gain empathy. To empathize, the person often wears an invisible mask. The face behind the mask screams envy, resentment, and grudge. That one frail ray of hope fades away as the person commits; to what I’d call a sin – breaking trust. Behind the compassionating façade, there remains a vile Satan. They say we are entangled in the gossiping world but aren’t we all simply addicted to it? They continue the art of backbiting creating an emotional war not only between two people but also within ourselves.

The heated question arises: Am I the problem? No sweetheart, it’s the outrageous philosophy of some unwanted beings. Perhaps, they do it because they are highly misguided. Whatever the reason, it always carries a weighty cost. The distrust begins since then. In today’s world, the relationship revolves around the faint whispers behind closed doors though it is pointless to close doors because everybody knows everything in the end. And that is how ladies and gentlemen, we lose trust and we lose people we once agreed to give up everything for.