Just Passing By

Is there a feeling worse than realising you have been lied to. There may have been a time when you presumed that this was the case, but the doubt that made it only an assumption saved you the pain of realisation. But then it hits you... Boom... No matter how much you believe you were ready and prepared for the truth... The lies make the truth so much harder to swallow. The betrayal cuts through you, twisting, turning and the perpertrator of those lies become just another, on your path, just another passer by. A passer by, you may have truly loved, or loved a little, or never really been sure about. But no-one really just passes you by... They leave behind a flitting trace or ever staining mark... And that stays with you forever. In every decision and judgement you may make. And try hard as you may to push it far down under the depths of all ill thoughts, it's there. And that is how we grow and become who we are ... A collection of all experiences, a mothball gathering dust as it floats through the abyss of life. And we get up, and float through some days and drag through others, sometimes the dust sparkles and glimmers in the sunlight and others it sits heavy and grey and everything appears dull... But it drifts on, never losing hope or dreams. For those who trample mindlessly in our paths, refuse to allow themselves to dream, and refuse to live their lives, make us wiser, make us smile and move on, knowing; you only live once... but the truth is you have a chance to live truly, every single moment of every beautiful day.