Walking on Broken Glass
A true friend is someone who would have the courage to speak up to you, when he feels that you've done wrong - be it to yourself or others.
And I'm thankful for the friends whom I have, with such courage. I appreciate their efforts in keeping me on the straight and narrow - and for not judging me, on my past mistakes and all too human frailties.
And I'm thankful that at least, they would ask me for my side of the story, before they make up their mind about the "truth".
There are not enough of these sort of friends, around. Definitely, too few of them.
Some friends will just remain silent. Some "friends" will drag your name and personal life across town, so that it makes for lively dinner gossip and there's something about running their own friends down, that makes them feel good about themselves. Some will judge you and make their conclusions about you, based on hearsay and the explanations of only one side.
Some others are even worse - no matter how many times you help them, they simply cannot extend their sincerity, much less gratitude for help given.
There are many days when I pretend not to know about what they're doing. Simply because confrontation would be socially awkward and messy and I've never believed in making enemies. But I do know what they say and do (and occasionally, it hurts me) and somehow, I'm silly enough to accept it and remain friends with them. Although they'd probably be the first people to kick me, when I'm down.
Never mind. Some truths will remain buried while the lies take their place, because the truth is dispensable, to a lot of people. They don't know how to tell the truth to others, because they can't even tell the truth to themselves.
I know and God knows. What society thinks they know does not matter, in some things - even if I have to be the fall guy. I don't bear any grudges, because life's too short and holding hatred only poisons you from the inside.
And for some of the people whom I used to love - please be grateful that some things will remain buried with me. Because hiding the truth, has come at the expense of my own personal reputation, in the eyes of others. And on most days - it does not matter to me. All of us have moved on, with our lives.
I will forgive. I will pretend not to know. And on the days that we meet, I will still be warm and cordial to you. But if you're reading this (and you know who you are, if you feel guilty), please know that I know, what you've been saying about me.
It's just that I choose not to acknowledge it.
And I'm thankful for the friends whom I have, with such courage. I appreciate their efforts in keeping me on the straight and narrow - and for not judging me, on my past mistakes and all too human frailties.
And I'm thankful that at least, they would ask me for my side of the story, before they make up their mind about the "truth".
There are not enough of these sort of friends, around. Definitely, too few of them.
Some friends will just remain silent. Some "friends" will drag your name and personal life across town, so that it makes for lively dinner gossip and there's something about running their own friends down, that makes them feel good about themselves. Some will judge you and make their conclusions about you, based on hearsay and the explanations of only one side.
Some others are even worse - no matter how many times you help them, they simply cannot extend their sincerity, much less gratitude for help given.
There are many days when I pretend not to know about what they're doing. Simply because confrontation would be socially awkward and messy and I've never believed in making enemies. But I do know what they say and do (and occasionally, it hurts me) and somehow, I'm silly enough to accept it and remain friends with them. Although they'd probably be the first people to kick me, when I'm down.
Never mind. Some truths will remain buried while the lies take their place, because the truth is dispensable, to a lot of people. They don't know how to tell the truth to others, because they can't even tell the truth to themselves.
I know and God knows. What society thinks they know does not matter, in some things - even if I have to be the fall guy. I don't bear any grudges, because life's too short and holding hatred only poisons you from the inside.
And for some of the people whom I used to love - please be grateful that some things will remain buried with me. Because hiding the truth, has come at the expense of my own personal reputation, in the eyes of others. And on most days - it does not matter to me. All of us have moved on, with our lives.
I will forgive. I will pretend not to know. And on the days that we meet, I will still be warm and cordial to you. But if you're reading this (and you know who you are, if you feel guilty), please know that I know, what you've been saying about me.
It's just that I choose not to acknowledge it.