Do you remember when you were innocent? I do. I remember when I believed everything and anything someone told me. Why? I knew of no reason for someone to lie. After all, my parents were honest and direct much to my sister and my chagrin. I do not know when disappointments outweighed the happy times yet I know they do now. I have managed to get much done which is both good and bad. It is good I am cleaning house and bad I am cleaning house. What I never wanted to happen has happened. I never wanted my core being to change by experiences that happened to me, yet here I am. I was trusting and I am not any more. I was compassionate, but I do not trust that people's hardships or their stories of woe are sincere. I was caring, except I am often cold and indifferent. I can only hope and pray that some of my innocence stolen from people to careless to hold and care for hearts will be found again. Signed, E
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