Life Is A Paradox

I never knew what life looked like, until recently I began to uncover it. It's extremely cruel and to make things worst, it has no mercy on us. I'm really confused about life now.People are insane.

To judge a person, it is as difficult as estimating the distance of the earth and moon. People are so complicated and their actions towards one another is just sometimes unexplainable. For the pass weeks, trust has been the major think-about-topic at most of my free time. People around me has multiple behaviours and subtle characters. It's so difficult to understand them and know anything about them. Personally, I have been very used relying on people around especially friends and I had no trouble mingling with them, but now it seems like the hardest thing to do. Is it because of me or them?

Friends, where I would say that the strongest love where one could find and it means everything to all of us. Trust me you can't even find this intense love with your life partner. Now, everything seems upside down. The people who we love, care, hug, even feed them could betray the friendship love. Not indirectly, but directly just like stabbing a knife into your heart. These people who I would say feeling-less and doesn't understand the what friendship is has been a nuisance in my life. Now, believing in someone seems like a fictional word. That's how terrible it is life's trust responded to me.

For now, I'm still trying my best to learn myself and also life. I hope I'll make through it. Everything around me is not as what it is. I tried my best to adapt to the surrounding by not being myself and that certainly didn't help me a bit. So, I'm back to my self and gonna instill a tremendous amount of toleration towards others and still believe that life will responds well to me. Everything seems unreal now. From what had happened, I even mistrust myself and that seriously brought me down. As I said I'm just gonna be in myself and strive all the way for my goals and dreams. I'm not gonna let anyone to distract me from my goal, even life itself! Well, Shakespeare was true.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.