"Truth be told"

This is how I'd describe the end.

Over the past few days, I've learnt a great deal of things.

I've learnt that sometimes, whether we like it or not, life twists and turns in ways we never once thought were possible. Things I've once held on to so dearly have now become irrelevant; almost completely redundant and unimportant to my daily living that I forget they ever existed. Places we once thought we knew have become unfamiliar again all of a sudden, and then we're back at square one. Clueless, and lost for directions at that same crossroad we thought we walked out before. It's such a pity, we being the weaklings we all are.

Sometimes I don't think people really do understand each other, as much as they seem to and claim. We all do have our reasons for doing certain things, and its not feasible that someone else grasps that reason entirely.

We all put up facades; wall them around our own dear selves so much we don't even know what's going on anymore. It cripples our vision, makes us distrust things so blatantly possible and to believe in fantasies, as wild as our minds take us. And sometimes, when we want to break out, the world comes crashing back again, and its often too much for one to take.

Because we all have our own insecurities and secret fears; though we don't admit it, they're as real as anything else gets. We cover it up, masking it from the prying eyes of the masses. But sometimes, it's a little too much to keep hidden altogether.

We condemn, and we rise. It's addictive, it's fun, and we keep crawling back for more. And this damned process repeats itself so much, we get lost amidst the fight we started once with our own hands, and only all too soon we start mouthing all sorts of nonsense and insensitive words we don't even mean in the first place. We start acting in ways so unnatural and unfamiliar; in mannerism once despised, yet now so painfully seductive.

Ego, ego. I seem to be getting really arrogant recently, and I suppose I need to re-examine some of my life values.