…continued… from part 1
We only lose our worries when we die truly because at that point nothing else matters.
I can remember when my dad passed on, with a lot of people coming in to tell us never to get worked up because they will step in and make it bearable. It wasn’t even up to a week and I couldn’t find anyone of them in sight. I was hurt deep down into my bones and I kept everyone at arm’s length. I am like, why would you promise something in the heat of the moment and then fail to consider the possibility of not living up to it since we all know life happens?
I shifted my attention from holding people to their words to having that feeling of being surprised IF they ever come through on their words. You know with too much expectation comes bigger disappointments. I would rather not put my mind there and not be too bothered than to expect it and it won’t come. It would make me not to take your words serious and I don’t ever or always want to get to that point at all.
Every death gives you that shift in mentality and how to best see life and also how to best deal with other humans. I still remember when dad passed away and so many people that I know always come around back then just suddenly stopped. That made me understand a single fact, which is, never confuse loyalty with what people stand to gain from you.
A lot of people are users and they are only with you because of what they stand to gain and not necessarily about the love they have for you. The moment that benefit dries up, so will the supposed love.
So many people’s loyalty or seeming love varies with better or improved facility.
…to be continued…
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn’t bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love’s chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor’s order.