Sunday, December 28, 2014

Like A Broken Vase

Ever read this conversation somewhere,
"Here's a vase. Throw it!"
*throwing the vase*
"Is it broken?"
"Yeah"
"Here's, I got a glue. Now fix it."
.........
"Have you done fixing it?"
"Yes"
"Is it look like how it used to be?"
"No"

We all know that it is, not about a broken vase. Yes. It's all like we make mistake to someone and when we said sorry to them as if we're "fixing the vase", things might be not like how it used to be. Well maybe, if we remain with that person for a longer time, later s/he'll forget about it and things will just alright again.

But sometimes, whenever I did something wrong to someone, and I realize it, and I know that I have to apologize for that—which maybe I did—and yet I know things didn't work like how it used to be before the mistake—I wish to be a stranger again for that one. And the universe will conspires again for us to meet, and then we'll start it again from the very first time like, "Hi, I'm Dinda.", and things will be good and game, and I promise myself for not doing the same mistake again. Ever. 

"You're too honest", one said.

Well, I read that personality-thing which said that I'm that kind of person who speak my mind out and always need mouth-filter. Lol what. Yes, probably being blunt is in my blood. 

I hate being lied to, lying, white lies (even though I think it's kinda of bullshit for that even exist), or whatever things that have relation with lie. That's maybe why I can't stand it. You know, if at some point I have to lie, soon or later I'll revealed the truth. Being honest is good. And simple. And the important thing is, it is what it is. We don't need to make up a story like what the hell, this is reality. Not a fiction story.

This morning I realized that, yes, being honest is good. But being too honest, and speak something what's on your mind can be a bullet for your own self. For not everyone have a same track mind like you, for not everyone can't stand what's on your mind.


Yes. This writing is addressed for myself.



P. S. I'm sorry.

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