What if the thing you loved the most in the world was also one of the most painful things? I mean let’s say if everyday you saw this thing, and you where overcome with joy, and uncontrollable smile was planted on your face and you couldn’t control it; but at the same time your eye’s teared up a little and your heart broke ever so slightly? What do you do?
You are cursed with smile of love and torn by the tears of hatred in your heart. Do you stay and fight the losing battle, when is enough… well enough? There is no “right answer” in this internal battle. At the end of the day you must by yourself determine how much pain will you take for that little smile, how many times can your heart be tron for you to realize what’s going on. You must wake up from the dream, you must take the first step out.
The worst thing in the world is when something you
love is also the thing that causes you the most pain.