Blinded

"Was I too blind not to see?"

There are times when we ask ourselves with this question when we realize we got so blinded by our emotions, unconsciously denying the truth we see—from social media to our surroundings, and even our friends' observations. We all flick them away, because we are too rooted on what we feel inside of us that we don't want to kill the good that we think it brings.

Sometimes we don't want to think that someone so dear to us can stab us from behind. Sometimes we don't want to think that we can be fooled by them. Sometimes we don't want to think that some people can hurt us. But actually, anyone can have the nerve to hurt us, may it be through the most unexpected way to the least we could think there is. Not that I'm being too harsh for these people, but what I'm trying to say is that we all have to be open-minded with the things people in this world can do to us. Being open-minded means being mindful of the things that can happen to you, knowing the negative and the positive that they may bring, so that when one of these will happen, at least you will have an idea on how to act utowards the situation and how you're going to deal with it.

Be precautious. Often times, when things get complicated, we blame the person involved why we get hurt, but honestly, it's not all the time their fault. Let's admit it, there are times when we commit a mistake and don't accept it because of our pride, that's why we need to be--

(an unfinished blog entry from months ago but I still want to post. Hihi)

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